Now Reading: Hanger – I yarn bombed our front yard tree last winter and it became the most controversial decoration in our entire neighborhood. Half the people loved it, the other half thought I had completely lost my mind. The project started because I had mountains of leftover yarn from various projects and couldn’t bear to throw it away. I’d been crocheting granny squares for months without any real plan, just something to keep my hands busy during TV time. Then I saw a yarn bombing tutorial in an upcycling group on the Tedooo app where I sell my crocheted blankets and scarves. It took me three weeks to make enough squares to cover the main trunk and lower branches. My neighbors kept stopping to ask what I was doing as I worked outside in the cold, measuring and stitching pieces together like some kind of tree tailor. The day I finally wrapped it was freezing, but I was determined to get it done before the next snowstorm. My husband stood there shaking his head while I climbed a ladder to reach the higher branches, muttering about how the homeowners association was going to have opinions. The reactions were immediate and intense. Kids walking to school would stop and stare in wonder. Dog walkers changed their routes just to see the \

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    Hanger – I yarn bombed our front yard tree last winter and it became the most controversial decoration in our entire neighborhood. Half the people loved it, the other half thought I had completely lost my mind. The project started because I had mountains of leftover yarn from various projects and couldn’t bear to throw it away. I’d been crocheting granny squares for months without any real plan, just something to keep my hands busy during TV time. Then I saw a yarn bombing tutorial in an upcycling group on the Tedooo app where I sell my crocheted blankets and scarves. It took me three weeks to make enough squares to cover the main trunk and lower branches. My neighbors kept stopping to ask what I was doing as I worked outside in the cold, measuring and stitching pieces together like some kind of tree tailor. The day I finally wrapped it was freezing, but I was determined to get it done before the next snowstorm. My husband stood there shaking his head while I climbed a ladder to reach the higher branches, muttering about how the homeowners association was going to have opinions. The reactions were immediate and intense. Kids walking to school would stop and stare in wonder. Dog walkers changed their routes just to see the \