Posts Tagged "yarnstorm"

Yarnstorm the Sixth: Oranges and Lemons Odyssey

Posted by on Aug 24, 2009 in Deadly Knitshade, Knitting Ninja, Lady Loop, London, Shorn-a the Dead, Yarnstorms | 30 comments

Yarnstorm the Sixth: Oranges and Lemons Odyssey

Knit the City’s six-hour yarnstorm to the tune of one of London’s oldest nursery rhymes. Grab your citrus fruit and join us!

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Yarnstorm the Fifth: Memorial of Melancholy

Posted by on Aug 20, 2009 in Deadly Knitshade, Lady Loop, London, Yarnstorms | 5 comments

Yarnstorm the Fifth: Memorial of Melancholy

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.

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Weaving the Web of Woe

Posted by on Aug 12, 2009 in Deadly Knitshade, How We Made, Knitting Ninja, Lady Loop, London, Shorn-a the Dead | 7 comments

Weaving the Web of Woe

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.

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Yarnstorm the Fourth: Web of Woe

Posted by on Aug 3, 2009 in Deadly Knitshade, Knitting Ninja, Lady Loop, London, Shorn-a the Dead, Yarnstorms | 26 comments

Yarnstorm the Fourth: Web of Woe

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.

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The Phonebox Cosy tale

Posted by on Jul 13, 2009 in Deadly Knitshade, How We Made, Knitting Ninja, Lady Loop, London, Shorn-a the Dead | 23 comments

The Phonebox Cosy tale

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.

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