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.

Give me an "A", give me an "R", give me a "T" ...

... give me an ... oops. Nope. That's all you get for now.

You can see we are up to something and this time it is big. Really big. The biggest of the big. Like world-record yarn bombing big.

And it's coming up this week. Wednesday to be precise. You may want to mark your calendar for a very special evening downtown with a bunch of babe-a-licious beauties known as the BombShells. We can't tell you any more than that right now but know we are about to reveal the fruits of our labor in a mega-uber-super-grandiose-blow your mind-public art sort of way.

What's it spell?

You'll see. Wednesday. Stay tuned for details. "Like" us on Facebook for up-to-the-minute info on our status. (MayHem's status is single, btw).

Take me out to the ball game.

Ever since I did the "tango" with a certain White Sox player I have been drawn to the curious sport of baseball.

So when the BombShells mentioned a chance to visit the Cincinnati Reds, I checked out the roster, noticed a certain Joey Votto and said, "Hell yes!"

Here we are doing the Seventh Inning Stretch and warming up a few of the players with our own sweet BombShell moves.

Curious how it worked out for a certain BombShell and a certain ball player?

Well did you see the fireworks after the game?  

That's how it worked out: MayHem style.

Operation Haring Daring

Well la dee dah.

Not only were we invited to a CAC gala, we got to warm up the building with more than our smokin' hot good looks.

On Saturday night, we BombShells showed off a month's worth of work by a baker's dozen of our gals. And 4400 yards of yarn later, we got to adorn Zaha Hadid's smokin' hot building during the Contemporary Arts Center's annual gala.

We hope Keith Haring would be proud of us. Cuz we were sure honored to be a part of such an esteemed art institution's party plans and silent auction. And that is no joke.

Thanks to honorary BombShell Jaime Thompson, CAC's Curator of Education and one of our BombShell idols, Director Raphaela Platow for opening the door for us. 

Now excuse us while we put away our high heels and party dresses and we get back to the thousands of yards of yarn that it's going to take for us to really knock your socks off this fall.

NOTE: All photos are courtesy of our own Orson Welles.