Eatonville Bombing!

Day 301: I was on my way home from a pleasant day of kayaking on two lakes, driving up the long hill from Ohop Creek to the city limits of Eatonville, and as I came up the last rise, I gasped. "Somebody bombed Triangle Park!" Yep, a yarn bomber had been at work! Every tree was wrapped in knitting and crocheting. Several of the rocks were wearing blankets. Even the lamp posts were cozied like teapots in brightly colored jackets.

No one seems to know when or where the practice of yarn bombing originated. Some say it came about as a mode of artistic expression. Others will tell you it started as a protest against...well, against a variety of things, depending on which source you read. It's been outlawed in some places, encouraged in others. In any event, it has arrived in urban Eatonville as part of the annual Arts Festival, and as one portion of the installation describes the small town, this is a "close-knit community."