Yarnstorm the Tenth: Plunder of Pirates

Posted by on Oct 17, 2010 in Deadly Knitshade, London, Shorn-a the Dead, Yarnstorms | 7 comments

Shiver me stitched timbers! Knit the City be findin’ themselves marooned at London’s Camden Crawl! What be there to do but yaaaaaaaaaarnstorm, we ask ye?

Here be pirates. Here be blasted bilge mice. Here be wenches. Here be hoards of scurvy pirate butterflies. Here be what too much moonshine can do fer yer.

The Bluestocking Stitcher’s Freddy Scurvy
Danglin’ in t’ wind


Here be Freddy Scurvy. Freshly hung fer a life o’ crime on the high seas. He’d sell his toothless old grandma for a mug full o’ moonshine. I’d not buy her though. She smells like ole cabbage.


The Purple Purler’s Purple Pegleg Pete


Strung up


Here be poor ole Purple Pegleg Pete. There be tales he was hung fer a crime o’ purple passion involving a peck of pickled pepper and a lass who sells sea shells on the sea shore.


Deadly Knitshade’s Crazy Cap’n Skelebones


Swingin’ on the gibbet


Here be wot remains of Crazy Cap’n Skelebones. His immortal pirate soul be dancin’ the hornpipe with Davy Jones deep below the waves. He always were a fine dancer.


Bricked in


Turn yer face away, hooded passer-by!


The Fibre Flinger and Shorn-a the Dead’s Amy Rumhouses: before and after


Avast! The true tale o’ Amy Rumhouse. Before and after she sold ‘er own leg and ‘er left eye for a bottle o’ grog. Tis shameful.


Beware Shorn-a the Dead’s sweet sirens


Tis the Sugawenches! Full o’ siren song until yer realise they made off wit’ yer doubloons! Be wary o’ their woolly womanly charms.


The Bluestocking Stitcher’s scurvy pirate butterflies be asearchin’


Searchin’ the undergrowth


And at the water’s edge


Beware the scurvy pirate butterflies. They ain’t as pretty as they look.


Deadly Knitshade’s Blasted Bilge Mice: Master Edam Dreg


That swashbucklin’ Rancid Red-Eye Monterey Jack


The black-hearted Captain Cheesebeard.


Be keepin’ your guard fer the Blasted Bilge Mice! Their Captain, the black-hearted Cheesebeard is a squeakin’ terror o’ the waves! Never has a pirate been more feared than he. Why he once battled the Kraken bare-pawed with only a cocktail umbrella and a piece o’ dry bread and killed ‘im stone dead.

There were calamari fer dinner fer months.


Bilge mice on the port bow, sir!


Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrn, me hearties!

 The Plunder of Pirates was yarnstormed outside Camden's Pirate Castle on May 2 2010 by Deadly Knitshade, Shorn-a the Dead, The Bluestocking Stitcher, The Purple Purler and our special guest The Fibre Flinger. 


  1. I heard the KTC interview on the BBC World Service. Loveee the pirates!

  2. You guys are the best. I’m inspired.

  3. I love these little creatures! Thanks for adding a bit of colour to the city.

    Did you guys do the Boris-Bike-Saddle knits too?

    • Thanks!

      The Boris Bikes wasn’t us. It was an East London eco craft group. Good on them. A fabulous bit of crafting. 🙂

  4. I’m LOVING your knitty work! Some days I wonder why I left London – reading your blog turns today into one of those days.

    • Thanks very much.

      We’ll keep London warm for you while you’re away. You’ll be back. 🙂