When the freezing rain and howling northerly gale get together and try to tear your face off, who you gonna call?
The Yarnbombers! Yay!
A hearty thank you to Norwich's doughty yarn bombers for bringing a touch of colour to a drab weekend and cheering my life up just when I need it.

16 comments:
Yarnberries! I love the little red fruit on the trees. They're guaranteed to cheer up that gray corner ... and a curmudgeon's heart. Hope you and yours are OK.
Oh they are lovely.
Moist and cold, thank you, Speedway, but grateful to the yarn-bombers.
Better than Christmas baubles, mum.
All you can think about is dusting - and however much I enjoy these yarn baubles, all I can think of is how tatty, sodden and dreary they are going to look not long from their installation.
Ah, but when they unravel they can be re-knitted or recycled. Being fruit, when they rot they create something new.
I am charmed.
They are kinda cute, are they not?
Love the yarn bombers!
Thank you for this (big smile)
Me, too, Neetzy.
Thought you might like it, Sheebee. xx
Love these! Perfect for a nasty winter day.
They look better than they taste, Ms.M.
I wouldn't hang my pompoms out in that sort of weather!!!
They're still there this morning, Jules, looking as fresh and perky as ever, even though it's a blizzard out there.
Yes I always find my bits are "perky" in the cold....or maybe just frozen solid!!
Hee hee hee!
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