Seem to be the theme today at Floriade. I went to check if my yarn-bomb was there from last week but it had gone and I decided to make another to replace it. Chose the shakers and then got a stick and put the flower bomb in amongst the real flowers. When I sent it to my sister she didn't see it. Interesting though, that I saw a group of 3 boomers sitting under a shady area and went to sit down. One lady was rude and turned her back to me so I sat down right up against her back. Another lady said there is someone one sitting there and I said "I cant see them" which I thought was pretty hilarious. On reflection, I wish I had said "yeah that's me, good pick up". Anyway I just sat there crocheting and talking to the returned friends until they left. I don't know why I get on my hobby horse and ride like the wind when people think they own public space. I wish I knew.
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