Permission to yarnstorm: Kirby’s Epic Yarnstorm
When the world’s most famous computer game company loses one of their best-loved characters in a giant magic sock there are very few people who they can call for help. We were armed to the teeth with sharpened needles and were on our way…
Read MoreYarnstorm the Twelfth: Handmade Herd
Ladies and Gentlemen! Ewes and Rams! Roll up! Roll up! Today, for one day only, those wool slinging wonders of the Knit the City Yarn Corps will be driving a Handmade Herd across London Bridge before your very eyes!
Read MoreYarnstorm the Thirteenth: Hubbub of Hearts
Love. It’s squishy. It’s smooshy. It’s warm and cuddly. And today it’s made from wool.
In honour of the day of mushy love that is Valentine’s Day the Knit the City Yarn Corps brought a world of woolly yarnstorming love to the people of Piccadilly Circus.
Read MorePermission to yarnstorm: Knit the City knit John Smedley
It was an unlikely match: one of Britain’s oldest knitwear designers (they’ve been making trendy knits for over 200 years) and one of London’s sneakiest stitching crews. But when John Smedley invited the Knit the City Yarn Corps to show a little of their history in graffiti knitted form we were wooed by just how much history they had.
Read MoreYarnstorm the Eleventh: Stitched Sealife Escapees
We interrupt this programme to bring you breaking news from London’s Natural History Museum. Reports are flooding in that four of the Museum’s inmates have broken out of their jars and are causing havoc throughout the building.
Read MoreYarnstorm the Tenth: Plunder of Pirates
Shiver me stitched timbers! Knit the City be findin’ themselves marooned at London’s Camden Crawl! What be there to do but yaaaaaaaaaarnstorm, we ask ye? Here be pirates. Here be blasted bilge mice. Here be wenches. Here be hoards of scurvy pirate butterflies. Here be what too much moonshine can do fer yer. The Bluestocking Stitcher’s Freddy Scurvy Danglin’ in t’ wind . Here be Freddy Scurvy. Freshly hung fer a life o’ crime on the high seas. He’d sell his toothless old grandma for a mug full o’ moonshine. I’d not buy her though. She smells like...
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