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Knitblast the Tenth: here be Lions

Posted by on 24 Jul, 2009 in My Graffiti Knitting, My Knits, Simple Sock Yarnstorms, Solo Graffiti | 5 comments

Knitblast the Tenth: here be Lions

The Stitch and Bitch London Knit Crawl for Worldwide Knit in Public Day. Four iconic London sights. Four chances to knitblast four iconic London sights. Stop four. The final stop. Trafalgar Square under the watchful gaze of Vice Admiral Horatio Nelson and his four lions. South-East Lion: Gawd blimey I wish these bleedin’ tourists would stop clambering about on me ‘ead. I sit ‘ere all day guardin’ the Vice Admiral and what thanks do I get, ay? Day in, day aht...

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Knitblast the Ninth: Pink Furry Knitting learns about trust and pigeons

Posted by on 22 Jul, 2009 in My Graffiti Knitting, My Knits, Simple Sock Yarnstorms, Solo Graffiti | 4 comments

Knitblast the Ninth: Pink Furry Knitting learns about trust and pigeons

The Stitch and Bitch London Knit Crawl for Worldwide Knit in Public Day. Four iconic London sights. Four chances to knitblast four iconic London sights. Stop Three. The London Eye and the Millenium Bridge. Pink Furry Knitting: So we’re going sightseeing, eh? Yay! How exciting! In Central London, you say? Deadly Knitshade: Yup. Central London. I’ll take you to see the London Eye if you like. Pink Furry Knitting: Really? The London Eye? Wow! Deadly Knitshade: And Big Ben and the...

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Knitblast the Eighth: the melancholy tale of a crochet flower

Posted by on 21 Jul, 2009 in My Graffiti Knitting, My Knits, Simple Sock Yarnstorms, Solo Graffiti, With Knit the City | 2 comments

Knitblast the Eighth: the melancholy tale of a crochet flower

The Stitch and Bitch London Knit Crawl for Worldwide Knit in Public Day. Four iconic London sights. Four chances to knitblast four iconic London sights. Stop two. The cool echoey artiness of the Tate Modern Turbine Hall. Deadly Knitshade: I need to crochet a flower. Bluestocking Stitcher: Ok. Deadly Knitshade: I have no idea how to crochet. Bluestocking Stitcher: Oh…I could show you. Deadly Knitshade: Yay! Thanks. (times passes) Deadly Knitshade: I put the hook where now? Bluestocking...

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Knitblast the Seventh: confused Tower Bridge tourists

Posted by on 20 Jul, 2009 in My Graffiti Knitting, My Knits, Simple Sock Yarnstorms, Solo Graffiti | 2 comments

Knitblast the Seventh: confused Tower Bridge tourists

The Stitch and Bitch London Knit Crawl for Worldwide Knit in Public Day. Four iconic London sights. Four chances to knitblast four iconic London sights. Stop one. Tower Bridge. Not London Bridge. Tower Bridge. Tourist: “Excuse me. We’re looking for the London Bridge. Is that the London Bridge?” Londoner: “No, that’s Tower Bridge. London Bridge is that way.” *points in direction of London Bridge* Tourist: “And that building over there? Is that the...

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Knitblast the Sixth: On yer bike, you filthy yarnstormer

Posted by on 29 Jun, 2009 in My Graffiti Knitting, My Knits, Simple Sock Yarnstorms, Solo Graffiti | 9 comments

Knitblast the Sixth: On yer bike, you filthy yarnstormer

Elderly lady sitting opposite me on the bus watches me for about ten minutes. I’m sitting and knitting on public transport, which tends to get stares. Eventually I slide my headphones off my ears and meet her ‘I’ve been knitting since before you were born, you’re not holding your yarn properly, what kind of needles do you call those?’ gaze. “What are you knitting?” she asks me, eyeing the stripy snake of stitching that is lounging in my lap....

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Knitblast the Fifth: I just purled to say…

Posted by on 27 Jun, 2009 in My Graffiti Knitting, My Knits, Simple Sock Yarnstorms, Solo Graffiti | 3 comments

Knitblast the Fifth: I just purled to say…

There are places in the world where no one likes to be. Hospital is one of those places. Hospital smells of disinfectant, overcooked vegetables and fear that you can’t speak of until you get home and blurt it out over a nice cup of tea and a decent slice of had-a-bad-day cake. St Bartholomew‘s, sitting quietly in London’s Smithfield district, lives in the heart of the City’s square mile, smack bang next to the blood and sawdust of London’s oldest meat market...

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