Spring! Hey, Spring? Where aaaaaaare yooooooooou? No matter how much we wave our fists at the grey and gloomy sky this year, Spring doesn’t seem to be visiting us any time soon. London is all kinds of cold and it’s making us all more than a bit grumpy. What are a pair of yarnstorming girls to do?
In the depths of the Secret Woolly Bunker, wrapped in more yarn than was healthy for anyone, Knit the City’s Deadly Knitshade and The Fastener decided that enough was enough. If Spring wasn’t going to come to London then we were just going to have to make our own Spring.
A few weeks later we emerged blinky-eyed into a chilly grey morning, carrying with us the seeds of a sneakily stitched missing season. We snuck into the heart of brilliant but brrrrrrrr Brixton at stupid o’clock in the morning and started our very own stitched Spring…
First came the Sun. You can’t start a sunny season without the big yellow guy. So we stitched our Sun and we slapped him on a particularly parky brick wall. And if you’re going to knit a Sun worthy of starting a springtime you have to make him massive. Our Sun was a beast. But he was a hell of a happy one.
The Sun got straight down to business. He beamed. And when he beamed, he really beamed.
Inspired by the rays of her nearby knitted friend a damp-looking wall decided to give it a go. She took a deep breath, and thought very hard, and POP! she commanded the street around her to get Springy and BLOOM!
The bright pink of her handmade command came as a bit of a shock to the unsuspecting bollards around her. They blinked sleepily and looked confused.
Happily one of them got the idea soon enough and with a little flutter of fibre POOF!
Frank, the fluffy-faced flower, came into the world. As the first bollard bloom ever, he was very excited. He had to be patted on the petals a few times and told to stop squealing with glee before he woke up half of Brixton.
With all the kerfuffle it wasn’t long before all the bollards wanted to get their bloom on. There was a flurry of fibre-filled fireworks as each bollard broke out a flowery face.
Egglentine, a slighty starey orange bollard, insisted a group photo was taken right away.
Once the bollards were blooming it wasn’t long before a buzzing and a scurrying started. With such stunning purly posies you have to expect some creepy crawly action. After all you can’t have a proper stitched Spring without a little woolly wildlife.
Leading the way came a trail of squishy snails. Sweeping the winter dust from the pavements proudly. We didn’t like to mention the slimy trail they left behind. It’s the thought that counts. And they were rather marvellous handmade molluscs.
Behind them marched a command of crafty soldier ants. Ready to fight for warmer weather and more picnics to raid! Won’t somebody drop a jammy bread crust?!
And up in the air, paying no attention whatsoever to the freezing cold winter winds, in buzzed a swarm of bowler-hatted bees. Their tiny briefcases probably held all kinds of fascinating bee-based business but they were too busy to stop and show us.
It was beginning to look a lot like Spring time.
It may have been cold. It may have been damp. But dammit it was woolly! And where there is woolliness there is always warmth. Not bad for a morning’s woolly work.
Wondering how it all happened and where the stitched Spring went after we left?
Happy Stitched Spring, lovely Blooming Brixton!
Knit the City xx
Our biggest ever yarnstorm was made possible by the fine folks at Toyota who lent us wheels to get all that sneaky stitching the Brixton as part of their Toyota Positive project.
The short film of the crazy day was made by the fantabulous folks at Bullion Productions who we think are utter geniuses.
Crazy bright yarn is by Cygnet Yarns.
Huge thanks most of all to the lovely people of Brixton who gave our woolly artwork homes. You made our day by telling us that we made yours.