Posts Tagged "yarnstorm"

Yarnstorm the Ninth: Wall of Wonderland

Posted by on Oct 11, 2010 in Deadly Knitshade, Lady Loop, London, Shorn-a the Dead, The Fastener, Yarn Corps, Yarnstorms | 4 comments

Yarnstorm the Ninth: Wall of Wonderland

The Yarn Corps were beginning to get very tired of sitting on the South Bank, and of having nothing to do.

They were considering (as well as they could, for the hot day made them feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of knitting something sneaky would be worth the trouble of getting up and finding the yarn, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by them.

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Yarnstorm the Eighth: Nutcracker Knitmare before Christmas

Posted by on Dec 17, 2009 in Deadly Knitshade, London, Shorn-a the Dead, The Fastener, Yarnstorms | 8 comments

Yarnstorm the Eighth: Nutcracker Knitmare before Christmas

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Yarnstorm the Seventh: Gate of Ghouls

Posted by on Nov 3, 2009 in Deadly Knitshade, London, Shorn-a the Dead, The Fastener, Yarnstorms | 18 comments

Yarnstorm the Seventh: Gate of Ghouls

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Yarnstorm on Screen: Oranges and Lemons Odyssey – the movie

Posted by on Sep 7, 2009 in Deadly Knitshade, Knitting Ninja, Lady Loop, London, Movies, Shorn-a the Dead | 3 comments

Yarnstorm on Screen: Oranges and Lemons Odyssey – the movie

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.

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The footsore tale of the Oranges and Lemons Odyssey

Posted by on Sep 6, 2009 in Deadly Knitshade, How We Made, Knitting Ninja, Lady Loop, London, Shorn-a the Dead | 8 comments

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.

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