And neither is a BombShell bomb. These little yarn bombings take HOURS to plan and create and stealthily adhere to the landscape in some adorable way.
So we thought it would be awesome to bomb Romulus and Remus, to honor the twins who founded Rome (but who first had to be fathered by a God, abandoned, suckled by a she-wolf, adopted, shepherd flocks, learn their identity, stage coup, bicker, etc.).
That is sort of what it is like to be a BombShell. Only without the bickering. And we just suckle cocktails, thank goodness.
So check out the lovely gals at work PLUS the ink we got in the Cincinnati Enquirer.
And wait, just you wait BombShell fans, to see what we've been knitting for the future.
As we say where I'm from (and usually after a few too many in a poorly lit pool hall) you aint seen nothing yet.