Like all good Knit the City Yarnstorms the idea for the Web of Woe was hatched after too much pear cider one Knit the City night in the secret Yarn Corps wool-lined bunker. Plans were drawn, more cider was drunk, the space was measured, visions of half-eaten bugs began to crawl and scuttle through our minds.
read moreWARNING: 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.
read moreOn the 8th of July 2009 the Knit the City Yarn Corps stood back, in the heart of police-swarmed Parliament Square and the shadow of Big Ben, to wipe their brows, exhale with relief and put away their tapestry needles and cable ties after another successful yarnstorm.
read moreCor blimey, guvnor. Some cheeky little blighters’ve yarnstormed me dog and bone.
read moreFour members of the Yarn Corps converged in the corner of one of London’s oldest market squares, where Roman knitters once stitched their stolas and togaed stallholders touted their wares, and brought the yarnstorm to a humble wooden barrier as the tourists flowed by.
read moreKnit the City bring the yarnstorm to the cobbled chaos of Covent Garden on national BBC News. Woo hoo!
read moreKnit the City’s Yarn Corps don’t just sit around eating cake all day and idly passing the time between yarnstorms reading knitterature and sharpening our DPNS. Oh no.
read moreKnit the City’s Knit Corps weren’t always of tight-knit band of guerrilla knitters. They were lone woolly wolves, going about their yarnbombing in their own style and stitches. Some of them didn’t even know they has it in them to take their knits to the streets.
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