Local Crochet Bombings

The swift men have dealt a two quick blows to the heart of Ward Parkway.  It was fast and stealthy.  In the pitch darkness of night it was done.  The revolution has started. Soon, crochet bombing will be seen all over the city.

Test drive

We have tested them and proved them ready enough for the first crochet bombing. It's nothing perfect, it has its' flaws, but in order to move on we must let it loose.

Soon.

Very soon!

We are all on edge.

The long silence before the spectacular lightshow

Days drag on, production still proceeds forwards, but there is the constant tatting of crochet hooks at night before a good glass of scotch to help put me to sleep.

Production

Tests keep rolling out, and we think we have found a solution so the crocheted bombs aren't so clogged up.   Our Chief Substance Practitioner guarantees result.  If he doesn't produce though...

Crochet Mache

One of our own has developed a system for creating Crochet Mache, using cement, plaster and other ingredients.  It is still being refined, but the hopes of it giving our bombings more pleasant shapes is promising.

The Dream!

Last night whilst in my slumber, the dream came to me.  What my men had perceived as a nightmare was false, the neon crochet bombs did not stalk me, but they were a guide to me.  They steered and accompanied me through the desolate city.  They opened up to me a vision, a possible restoration of sorts, a city enlightened by small works and wonders.  And amongst this works and wonders were my crocheted bombs.  Planted with the hopes that the eyes of the people might open and see and find their own ways of selflessly making the city glorious. When I woke, I had to tell my men, explain the vision.  They rejoiced!

Enter the Nightmares

General Feltington came to my commanders tent a few mornings ago.  He had had a dream, a most unpleasant nightmare. He dreamt of a neon-crochet bomb that stalked his every movement as he meandered through a desolate city.  Since then other men of his brigade have reported having the same nightmare.  I see it as a sign, to keep up production, for the time draws near and the crocheted bombs must be set.

Giving honor

To those whose crochet stepped out into the light of day we honor you.  For your love of stitch and the majestic colors and textures of yarn that you explored.  Laying a foundation for us to show the world all its beauties. We will no longer hide in small alcoves pretending to ignore the world as we slump over our creations. We will do it in public with our heads up high, our finger working vigorously and resolutely.

2010 "Tribute to young lovers" in Edinburgh Scotland by Sir Crochet

To all you closet crocheters...

The day will come when your crochet will want to be let loose from the dingy drawers you hold them in and your false urban housewife smiles.  They will get loose and eat you whole as they scramble to get out in the world and be seen.  The movement will overcome.

Day 1 of many to come

The men are in place. The arms and ammunition have been acquired.  The battle zones are beginning to manifests themselves.  There is solemn silence as the weather begins to change.  Soon the air will be filled with the soft sound of my swift acrobatic men.  And then.... we plant the bombs.