So I follow this VERY active/awesome yarnbomber on twitter @nightknitpixie and she recently posted a link to an international yarnbombing event that involved crocheting boobs. With victorian sensibilities by nature, I would never think of doing such a thing...but for breast cancer awareness why not? You can find out more info here:
But if I had the choice between wearing a pink ribbon and crocheting some boobs...boobs all the way. I'm not one of those super active for charities or diseases kind of people (although we all should be), but breast cancer is entirely too close to home to ignore.
When I was 15, my mom was diagnosed with a particularly gnarly kind of breast cancer. Within weeks she had a breast removed, and began chemotherapy. It was perhaps the scariest time of my life. When you're 15, you hate/love your mom simultaneously, and the thought of being left alone in this world with my dad and my brother was terrifying. My mom is my rock. I'm a terrible daughter...but she has always been an incredibly devoted mother.
So, for my mom...and all the other moms, sisters, and daughters...a pair of lovely boobs with the stay classy saying "i <3 boobs" to be found on the Venice boardwalk near north Venice.
And remember to get those lovely lady lumps checked ladies!