Sunday, December 18, 2011

Fountain Square and Arnold's and Santacon, oh my.

So we wore our winter whites and decided to share our esteemed knowledge of crafty cuteness on a very very eventful December day!


That's the nutshell version of it.

It started out for the greater good as the gals did their folksy tutorial with some awesome new pals at Arnold's. Check out the pictorial below.


Charming and harmless and sedate and adorable. BombShells behaving.

Well then we went over to Fountain Square to carol and skate and bomb and give warmly knitted gifts to those in need and such where we ran into an entire squadron of Santa Clauses.

One thing led to another, as it tends to do, and it took me a week to find my way back from Santa's "workshop" at the North Pole (which looks suspiciously like Over the Rhine, by the way.)

So from the bottom of my now-merry little heart and on behalf of the rest of the BombShells, we wish you a warm, colorful, cozy old-fashioned holiday with just the right people around you.

Because you deserve it. You really, really do. 

And if Santa isn't good to you this year, just give us a holler and I will chat him up directly (I know where he lives, remember) and/or we'll just bypass that entire operation and send some knitted love directly to you and yours.

Love and mittens, 

May Hem and the BombShells.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Ballet, (root)Beer, and the BombShells.

That's a winning combination, for sure!

Last week, your favorite BombShells debuted their winter white outfits and surprised the Cincinnati Ballet's Ballet and (root)Beer event for their sneak peek at the NEW Nutcracker.

We gave out leg warmers to the amazing corps de ballet and Wish Poms to the young dancers. New Nutcracker got a fancy Pinky Shears scarf and beautiful Victoria Morgan earned a felted tiara.

And moi, your faithful scribe and all-around good sport, learned to do what I will discreetly call a "tour jete" in a private lesson from one of the smokin' hot dancers. Ooh la la.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Operation Where Are We?

May Hem here.

I had just gotten off the train from High Anxiety Really, That's How You're Going To Play This? Junction when I heard that the gals were on a mission. So even though it was dark and blustery, even though my heart had endured a tiny puncture wound, I put my troubled past behind me and skedaddled over to the heretofore double-top-secret site.

But while I was in Really, That's How You're Going To Play This? Junction, I did acquire some fancy new photography apparatus for my hand held telephonic device so that I can tease you with a little look-see as to where you will find our work TOMORROW!!

So take a look. Can you name the building? If you are the first to do so and publicly identify yourself in the comment section below, you will get a special pom pom that we pom pommed just for you.

And now it is time for a hot bath and a cold drink and one final devastatingly alluring text message on my hand held telephonic  device to the mayor of Really, That's How You're Going To Play This? Junction.

Oh, and by the way, to those of you who are equally interested in the BombShells exploits as you are in my compelling personal life, you aint seen nothin' yet!

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

We blew up.

May Hem, here.

So after the success of the Big Bomb (I will share just a few of the links below to some of the wildly generous coverage we received after our Central Parkway operation in September - and thanks to many friends for posting photos to blogs and Facebook - a few above), we were all a bit startled by our new-found fame. Some of us went underground, some of us took a break, and some of us couldn't stop stitching.

I chose the second strategy and decided to head south for a little break on the beach with a male companion whom I will call "George Clooney" so as A: not to reveal his real identity, B: to describe his crazy good looks, C: because it makes me happy to be able to Google May Hem and George Clooney and find a link, albeit my own, that connects us together, forever, in virtual reality.

So we were lying on the beach in our fancy cabana and "George " was rubbing my tired hands because I had complained just the tiniest little bit about how all my intricate stitch work and blogging gave me carpal tunnel issues and therefore it was hard for me to even lift my drink! As you can imagine, this was distressing news all around.

So while "George" massaged, I recounted the Big Bomb success and the wild paparazzi filled aftermath and you know what he said?

"You blew up, baby."

I was all like "You mean like Snooki? Or Kim? Or Bethenny?"

And he was all like "No better than that."

And I was all like "Ha ha. Like who then?"

And he was all like "Dude, you are like way more  Debbie Harry or Gaga. You are using sex appeal ironically, right? You are using your sexed up identity and cute, craftsy materials sort of subversively, right? What's next? Reality show? World domination? Museum show? It's cool that all of those things are in the domain you've created. You own it, babe."

And I was all like "Where's the cabana boy?"

I excused myself and went to find cell service under a palm tree to call Pinky Shears to report on what "George" had said.  I was in a panic. Was I ironic? Was that a good thing? Why was "George Clooney" acting so smart?

Pinky laughed. "May, we are a bunch of women who know a good thing when we see it. We want to have fun. We are smoking hot. We work hard. We are wildly talented. We like to do things in the community that make you look twice and think about what else is possible. If that is ironic and subversive, then that's okay by me. Tell him we are working on a plan and that a BombShell doesn't reveal future plans to anyone, even if it is George Clooney."

So I did. And 'George Clooney' seemed to be fine with that, especially because we, well, you know. We did some subversive and ironic things.

What's next for the BombShells? We can't tell you EXACTLY what we are doing, but know that we are going to have a very busy end of the year and 2012 is going to be off the hook.

If you want to be in the know every single BombShell second, "Like" the BombShells of Cincinnati on Facebook ... that will keep you super up-to-date. Like on our amazing bombing at the Cincinnati Art Museum this week.

And now, here are just a few links to our friends in the media, including some amazing bloggers we love.

VisuaLingual Blog

Soapbox Cincinnati

Bright Earth Studio

Metro Bus photos

Our Big Bomb sponsor revealed! ArtWorks and the BombShells.

We love Channel 9 News.

5chw4r7z Blog

My Knitche blog.

AND MORE! See all on our Facebook Page.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

You don't get a boss like Pinky Shears every ol' day.

In the next couple of days, I will be adding loads of photos and links to mucho news coverage and more of my snaps of the BIG BOMB. But before I sign off for the night, on behalf of all the BombShells, a huge thanks to Pinky Shears - the best BombShell ever.

The Big B is Like the Big O only BETTER!

May Hem here. And your faithful loyal correspondent is actually a little misty eyed sitting here in my media perch reporting on the BombShells at work on the BIGGEST YARN BOMBING IN THE HISTORY OF YARN BOMBING. (We believe this to be entirely true at this very second.)

Get off the couch and come on down to Central Parkway and put on a platinum wig and join the BombShells as they cover the entire median from Broadway to Central. Not to mention the Metro Bus and a rad bike and a pig.

More soon. I'm going to let these early photos of a grand night of yarn insurrection in Cincinnati, Ohio speak for themselves.

Go BombShells! Go Pinky Shears!

And thanks to ArtWorks and our other supporters (full listing to come) for helping make this a grand summer of knitting, crocheting, connecting and loving up our city and each other the BombShell way.