My dad used to do this kind of string art in the 70s; maybe that's where my sister and I's current obsession with it comes from. To be honest, we didn't make the connection until very recently. We made our way to a local park that has a large fenced-in dog area. It was basically begging to be yarn bombed. So we obliged. That is, Lorna did the yarn work and I took pictures. I think she gets rather annoyed with my constant desire to practice photography, especially when I force her to model for me. But she's just so darn good at it. So sorry, Lorna, but I'm posting these pictures even though you'll hate me because I love them.
Here are the pictures she's really going to kill me for. Hee hee! She's just lucky I'm leaving out her 'tiger in the grass' photo.