I didn’t even want to mess with the top seam because it would have made one side look funny or I would have ripped more seams. Plus the guy across the street got his car started so I had to wrap it up before he drove past.
Back to the tag. Right. I didn’t even want to deal with it after the side on top busted. SO NOW I KNOW there’s a line between a snug fit and busting seams. Not to mention the square was ruined to begin with, but it’s out there and better be on the start of a ghetto trail then turning a nice blanket into a ghetto blanket. I’ve got yarn morals too.
3 zipties.
I think I’ll stick to a needle or something quicker than this. Aside from the construction worker and the car that passed me I was pretty stealthy. Besides, tourist getup.
Crochet is my expression, graffiti is my voice.
And I can't paint or stencil so I guess it's my only voice.
So begins my quest into Anchorage's street art scene.
