Clown barf is a highly technical term I use to describe what a project looks like when it is knit out of brightly colored variegated yarn.
This is the thing: I freaking hate clowns. They creep me out and bring to mind the sort of desperate alcoholism that results in passing out in a puddle of your own vomit in the gutter. Yeah, I don’t know why either. And you’re welcome for that imagery. Just remember that the vomit is rainbow colored so it’s fine.
When I decided a cowl in clown barf yarn was just the thing I needed, I was hit with a dilemma: do I go with my first instinct, and name my cowl Clown Barf, or do I go with another name, one that doesn’t make me think of someone who will either make me a balloon animal or kill me in a back alley?
In the end I compromised, and came up with the name Unicorn Barf. It’s certainly friendlier, but it still appeals to the 12 year old boy inside me. Which I think we can all agree is really important.
It turned out pretty long – enough that I can wrap it around my neck twice. I’m going to block it soon, and then I’ll post real pictures. I don’t have any plans to release a pattern for it, but if any of you are interested I can write something up.