My kind of grafitti, 1 of 2

Yesterday was International Yarn Bombing Day and Sequim became a target. Fiber artists – knitters, felters, weavers, crocheters – from the North Olympic Peninsula adorned our streets with random color and whimsy.

The Sunshine Cafe on Washington Street was one of the first targets earlier this week.

Nothing was safe as the city was cloaked in bits and pieces of fibrous splendor.

More shots tomorrow.