the knitted tree by the grand canal
There are many trees standing by the Grand Canal in Dublin. Big, leafy, friendly, old ones.
Since winter, one of these trees has acquired a slowly-largening coat of bright-coloured knitted patterns and flowers.
I was never sure if it was the one knitter doing this and adding on as they went on, or if knitters were coming to add on their own pieces, but either way, it made me really happy.
I loved that it had survived there for months and was even flourishing. I loved how people would sometimes stop to touch it. Apparently people do things like this all over the world – I found out later that it was called yarn bombing.
I’ve seen the Molly Malone statue yarn bombed.
One day last week though, as I was walking along the canal during my lunch break, I saw that someone had burned the knitting. There was a big hole in it and bits of ashes and burned-up wool all down the tree, and scorches all in the bark. It was really horrible. I took a picture and showed Facebook, and there were sad and angry faces all around, with words like ‘scum’ and ‘hooligans’ being tossed about. Continue reading “Yarn Bombing at the Grand Canal”