Something knitted this way comes:
Twas the Knit before Christmas in cold London Town,
Where a lone ballerina was cast with a frown…
In the dark and dingy depths of the Leake Street tunnel we, the Knit the City Yarn Corps, lost our Web of Woe not 24 hours after it was so carefully installed.
When the wounds were less fresh and the scars were beginning to heal four brave members of the Yarn Corps returned to the site to remember. For the remaining two it was still too painful.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
WARNING: 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 More