I have always been a bad knitter and hate repetitive tasks; I have always been envious of yarn-bombers.
To help recover from gaps in my memory ‘chemo brain’, I was advised to keep doing repetitive tasks, until I had mastered them, then take up another task as a way of re-training my brain.
I bought wool oddments and decided to knit a blanket while watching television. I had to relearn from scratch. I cannot tell you how many stitches I dropped and how much unravelling I needed to do. But it worked – I got it right and can knit better now than before my chemo treatment. I had visions of my ‘Cancer Blanket’ becoming some sort of heir-loom.
I loved the blanket and felt a great sense of achievement, but alas, everyone else in my family hated it. So, as part of the dejunking, when deciding whether to donate it to the charity shop or put it straight in the bin, I recalled a blanket that I took a snap of in Vienna. It wasn’t your usual yarnstormer – it was as if the crafter wanted to warm up a cold building by wrapping a blanket around a thigh of one of its columns.
But it gave me the idea. I took my blanket and wrapped it around a sad tree I knew of near a corner shop where passers-by continually dump their rubbish – cigarette packets, beer and wine bottles, unwanted take-aways, broken umbrellas and the occasional mattress.
Oddly enough the area was recently cleaned, but the blanket was left. Since then people have stopped throwing their rubbish there.
I am now on sailing knots.
UPDATE 28th October 2016:
The blanket has now been removed. People have been dumping their rubbish again including a mattress.