A month ago: the Yarn Corps are idly practising speedy stitching, learning the arts of covert crochet and sipping pear cider in their top secret bunker at Yarnstorm HQ. There is a frantic flapping at the window.
Opening the window admits one of Knit the City’s secret spy pigeons, very out of breath, who coos the news from the London streets.
An event is taking place in the Leake Street tunnel under Waterloo, where graffiti is free to roam without fear of the law. They’re calling it ‘gritting’.
After a brief moment of confusion, where several members of the Yarn Corps wonder why on earth people would gather to put salt on roads during icy weather and call it art, it comes to light it’s graffiti + knitting. Hmm…
The Yarn Corps, ever paranoid and still on the run after the Phonebox Cosy, suspect a trap. It’s the trap that gives them a yarnstorming idea…
The Knit the City Web of Woe is born.
WARNING: Some of the scenes from this yarnstorm may cause distress. Pregnant women and those with heart conditions should consult a doctor before viewing. Proceed with caution.
Having yarnstormed themselves a scene of horror, the Yarn Corps dissolved into the shadows of a nearby pub. Safe in the knowledge that graffiti knitting has its place alongside graffiti of the more conventional kind.
Visions of the next yarnstorm are already dancing in their heads…
For the inside story from other Yarn Corps members see:
Deadly Knitshade’s A mouse’s tale or my part in the Web of Woe