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 More
Something knitted this way comes:
Twas the Knit before Christmas in cold London Town,
Where a lone ballerina was cast with a frown…
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
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 More
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.Read More