Berlin: Bobbing Bear-lin Luftballons – the Movie
In these dark and dismal times of civil unrest, crashing stockmarkets and tins of baked beans that cost an arm and a leg, the world really is in need of a bit of handmade magic. Back in March we travelled all the way to Berlin to release some of our woolly mischief overseas. Pariser Platz in front of Berlin’s Brandenburg Gate saw a little bit of sneaky stitching. Well, maybe not quite so sneaky considering how many people slowed down their city shuffle to watch. Starring Knit the City, a very tall and very helpful passing giant, frogs, bears, snakes and sausages, KTC’s...
Read MoreA Right Royal Stitch Up: Behind the Hubbub of Hearts
Royal Wedding bells are clanging so loud across the UK that most of us can barely hear ourselves knit.
Love the Royal madness or loathe it there is no escape, and back in February we gave our own woolly Royal wave to the big event and wrote London a handmade love letter, with our Hubbub of Hearts.
Read MoreThe sinister stitched symphony of the Nutcracker Knitmare Before Christmas
Something knitted this way comes:
Twas the Knit before Christmas in cold London Town,
Where a lone ballerina was cast with a frown…
The footsore tale of the Oranges and Lemons Odyssey
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 MoreWeaving the Web of Woe
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 MoreThe Phonebox Cosy tale
On 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.
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