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Twas the Knit before Christmas in cold London Town, Where a lone ballerina was cast with a frown, Yet she was not long for her knitless despair, For Knit the City’s Yarn Corps soon would be there… See the full tale soon. Scary Stitchmas, London KTC...read more
Come closer, mortals, we wish to tell you a tale of tube-flavoured terror… Knit the City have a special love for underground London. In our formative days each of us were beckoned into shady underground doorways by our mysterious hooded mentor. There we were relentlessly trained in ways of the yarnstorm while we spent our days and nights in Knit the City’s secret underground wool-lined bunker. Pay heed to the woolly warning of the Gate of Ghouls, good people of London. You never know what is looking up when you’re not...read more
Just when you thought it was safe to go back into London something unexpected happens in the world of Knit the City. Like the writhing many-headed mass of a handmade hydra that we are, we have grown another yarnstorming limb. The sneaky stitching six become a magknitficent seven. The Fastener What is your theme tune? The A team Which superhero’s powers would you most like and why? To be able to borrow others powers at will – why? Because that’s the best one! What is your biggest fear? Camel toe Your three stranded on a desert...read more
We don’t know about you but we’re pretty sure that the yarnstorm is going to hit any day now. And it’s a dark dark yarnstorm at that. You can tell by the way the sun disappears earlier these past few nights. Almost like it’s running away… While we wait we’ll entice a couple more of the Knit the City Yarn Corps from the secret wool-lined bunker to cough up the answers to a few well-placed questions. Gliding from the darkness we find ourselves in the company of the bringer of aristocratic artiness and...read more
There’s a definite yarnstorm electricity in the air. Where in this tangled ball of yarn of a city is it coming from? Londom’s street smog is thick with it. It can only be a matter of time before it hits. In the meantime we drag two more unsuspecting sneaky stitchers from the secret wool-lined bunker to confess. Stepping out of the shadows are the knitblast-cursed rodent-wrangling Deadly Knitshade and the fang-fixated Purple Purler. Deadly Knitshade What is your theme tune? A Four-Legged Friend by Roy Rogers Which...read more
There’s a yarnstorm brewing. If you stick your head out of the window you can smell it in the London air. It’s reaching its woolly fingers out of the shadows and feelings its way towards its target. The countdown is on. In the run up to the whirlwind of woolly wrongdoing we’re taking the opportunity to help you get to know the Knit the City Yarn Corps a little better. First out of the secret wool-lined bunker are the sweary butterfly-surrounded Bluestocking Stitcher and the sheepdip-sniffing Shorn-a the Dead. ...read more
London in the summer is full of festivals. Not just the kind of festivals that see you up to your knees in fast-food flecked mud, quietly dreading the next time you have to brave the horror that is the campsite toilets, and subject to the sudden unexplained urge to get luminous dreadlocks smeared into your greasy unwashed hair. There are much less smelly festivals too. And Knit the City were invited to take part in one.read more
Once in a lifetime a film comes along that will touch your heart, make you laugh till tea comes out of your nose, make you cry till you get a dehydration headache, and make you wish that you could live you life again and do it alllllll so differently that world peace ensued and all famine was wiped out.
This is not that film.
But it is pretty freaking cool.read more
Once upon a time there were six lonely, grey and stony churches dotted around a giant city of concrete and commuters. These churches had history, they had lived in the city for many years, and long ago someone had thought so much of them they had written them into a nursery rhyme and made their singing bells the stars.read more
Knit the City’s six-hour yarnstorm to the tune of one of London’s oldest nursery rhymes. Grab your citrus fruit and join us!read more