There’s a definite yarnstorm electricity in the air. Where in this tangled ball of yarn of a city is it coming from? Londom’s street smog is thick with it. It can only be a matter of time before it hits. In the meantime we drag two more unsuspecting sneaky stitchers from the secret wool-lined bunker to confess. Stepping out of the shadows are the knitblast-cursed rodent-wrangling Deadly Knitshade and the fang-fixated Purple Purler. Deadly Knitshade What is your theme tune? A Four-Legged Friend by Roy Rogers Which superhero’s powers would you most like and why? It’d...Read More
There’s a yarnstorm brewing. If you stick your head out of the window you can smell it in the London air. It’s reaching its woolly fingers out of the shadows and feelings its way towards its target. The countdown is on. In the run up to the whirlwind of woolly wrongdoing we’re taking the opportunity to help you get to know the Knit the City Yarn Corps a little better. First out of the secret wool-lined bunker are the sweary butterfly-surrounded Bluestocking Stitcher and the sheepdip-sniffing Shorn-a the Dead. The Bluestocking Stitcher What is your theme tune? Nothing Can...Read More
London in the summer is full of festivals. Not just the kind of festivals that see you up to your knees in fast-food flecked mud, quietly dreading the next time you have to brave the horror that is the campsite toilets, and subject to the sudden unexplained urge to get luminous dreadlocks smeared into your greasy unwashed hair. There are much less smelly festivals too. And Knit the City were invited to take part in one.Read More
Once in a lifetime a film comes along that will touch your heart, make you laugh till tea comes out of your nose, make you cry till you get a dehydration headache, and make you wish that you could live you life again and do it alllllll so differently that world peace ensued and all famine was wiped out.
This is not that film.
But it is pretty freaking cool.Read More
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