Bookworms at multiple scales, in front of the public library -
A really large bookworm occupies the other handrail at the library and trails back for yards. Hand rail sweaters are visible in the background.
One of the Co-Captains of this event came into the bakery as we finished breakfast. She said she had just walked by the library and was greeted by a staff member who asked, "Do you know who did this?" My colleague answered, rather sheepishly, she did. She was happily surprised when the staffer proclaimed how delightful it was.
This was the hoped-for reaction, because the Library had the most complete coverage of any site in town. Taking aside the beautiful Blue-Ridge-Mountains' two-toned sign, the library's decorations have a rather Halloween-esque result that most of us were unaware of. The stealthy Bookworm yarn-bomber arrived after the rest of the group was taking refreshments and resting up from the work. My photos do not do justice to the effect. (please note, in the photo just above, the trash can cozy next to the bench and bunny who was shown in my previous post).
Next is a daytime view of the building that houses Blue Mountain Pizza and two other businesses. The maker didn't call her red ornaments with leaves tomatoes, but I decided that's what they were, so we installed them on the Pizza end of the rails.
At the opposite end of this building, which is marked with a plaque identifying it as the oldest still functioning business location in the county, is a unique place called "Shop Around the Corner." We ran into the owners, who sell an array of antiques, vintage housewares and gifts, the first day we were scouting. They were planting the flowers in the beds visible in front of the railing. We hope they like the incorporation of flowers in the new decorations.
A telephone pole across the street is dressed in a baby blanket.
This telephone pole is right outside the bakery wrapped in color with a knitted ruffle!
The creator of the large bunny on the bench at the library (pictured above and in a night-time shot in my previous post) donated this crocheted scarf as a source of yarn for my garden bunny. As I only needed a bit of the yarn, I brought the remaining piece along last night. An enthusiastic recruit to the team carried it off and installed it I knew not where during the evening. I finally spotted it again as I walked by on my way to the bakery for breakfast.
You can see the clock I showed in the installation photo of my previous post. Weaverville has no statues, so the clock serves as the iconic symbol.
In case someone managed to get this far along and had missed everything else, I believe the tree-sweater in the foreground and this bench are going to make them aware of Operation Colorstorm.
The directional panels got "sweaters" and flowers - incredibly, the same people who did all the work at the Blue Mountain Pizza building did all of these as well.
Here you can see the little mice on the clock.
Below them is a vest by one member, festooned by a flower created by a fellow quilter.
Just across the street, the telephone pole has a garland with fall leaves. Weaverville is proud of its Tree City USA designation, but there are very few trees in the heart of Main Street. An artist's vision turns this pole back into one.
The clever yarn bomber who decorated the lights on the Aabani salon with scarves and hats complete with braids managed not to tell anyone there about her plan for months. Traditionally, yarn bombing is a stealthy activity, but some Weaverville business owners were given an idea of the plan.
The Weaverville Drug Store has two of these massive columns. It takes dedicated yarn bombers to get up on a ladder that high to adorn not just one, but both of them.
Our dedicated hand-dying, hand-spinning expert-at-just-about-every-needle-art-you-can-think-of created this very long scarf for the telephone pole anchoring the southern end of downtown. Every bit of it is her own yarn, start to finish. My tree sweater on the Frontier Building tree is visible in the background.
We ran into our landscaper and his wife at a yard-sale event going on downtown. They had noticed and seemed pleased with the yarnbombs, so that's the first "public" reaction I got to hear.