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With Knit the City

Flying Fruits of Justice for the Bells of Old Bailey

Posted by on 1 Sep, 2009 in Beasts, Birds and Creatures, My Graffiti Knitting, My Knits, With Knit the City | 6 comments

Flying Fruits of Justice for the Bells of Old Bailey

One very old church + a London nursery rhyme about bells, fruit and debt collecting + some yarn + a handful of beady eyes + a hoard of crafty treasure bits + my brains = The Flying Fruits of Justice. Knit the City took on the Oranges and Lemons Odyssey with a six-pronged attack. Six London Churches from an old nursery rhyme. Six graffiti knitters. One full day of yarnstorming fun. For the Deadly Knitshade prong of it I was handed the holy stones of St Sepulchre-without-Newgate for the line:...

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The Ghostmouse’s Story: a tiny tale of sinister skelemouse shivers

Posted by on 20 Aug, 2009 in Beasts, Birds and Creatures, My Graffiti Knitting, My Knits, With Knit the City | 8 comments

The Ghostmouse’s Story: a tiny tale of sinister skelemouse shivers

It is fair to say that small and fluffy parts of my soul went into the Web of Woe. Standing before it’s beast-trapped span of stitching and spiderness a mix of pride, horror and panic at leaving it behind washed over me. We all suffer moments of graffiti knitting mourning, when the lamp post you adorned is bare once more, when the railing you wrapped is dull and knitless. It is in these moments that you wonder why. You wonder why and you wonder where. Is Mothra living under a bridge...

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A Mouse’s Tale or My Part in the Web of Woe

Posted by on 3 Aug, 2009 in Beasts, Birds and Creatures, My Graffiti Knitting, My Knits, With Knit the City | 4 comments

A Mouse’s Tale or My Part in the Web of Woe

Lately Deadly Knitshade has been dreaming of spiders. Huge hairy ones with fangs and an evil glint in their many eyes. Spiders and I have come to an agreement. If I don’t harm them, then they won’t crawl into my ears at night and lay eggs so their babies can eat my brains. Fair enough. So when the rest of the Knit the City Yarn Corps and I sat down to bring to life (and all kinds of death) our Web of Woe, I knew very well that sacrifices had to be made to the hungry stitched...

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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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Phonebox Cosy: A yarnstorm hits Parliament Square

Posted by on 13 Jul, 2009 in My Graffiti Knitting, My Knits, With Knit the City | 0 comments

Phonebox Cosy: A yarnstorm hits Parliament Square

Learning to live with knitblasting randomly all over the city has its ups and down, but it’s always nice to team up with the Knit the City Yarn Corps for a bit of group yarnstorming. This week I think we outdid ourselves. The police-swarmed environs of Parliament Square held no fear for us. Well, okay, that’s a lie. There was fear, but it was good fear. The kind of fear you get when you yarnstorm a phonebox in one of the most patrolled and CCTVed areas of London.   Not even the...

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