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 […]

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. […]

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 […]

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 […]

London: Graffiti knitting confessional

Still in London. It seems that despite all my best intentions to get in, get out, and get back on the road, I am going to be in London for a bit longer than I planned. The apes, the tigers, the Great Wall, and Grand Canyon will have to wait a bit longer. So despite […]

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 […]

Knitblast the Third: Knit at the movies

The interior of the Haymarket Odeon smells like all cinemas should. Stale popcorn and musty upholstery. The seats flip back comfortingly when you stand up to take off your coat. You end up forced to do a juggling dance on one leg as you fight to not spill your drink or lose your precious popcorn […]

Knitblast the Second: love and the scent of cat shampoo at Covent Garden

Knitblast the Second: love and the scent of cat shampoo at Covent Garden

The ebb and flow of bumbagged tourists that is Covent Garden. They stand in their socks and sandals in the rare afternoon sunshine and clink shiny pound coins into the hats of wide-mouthed mimes and Pop-eye armed jugglers. They scurry about the maze of shops that smell like mangoes, or pasties, or lavender. They stumble […]

Knitblast the First: return to the Whale Room

The city’s Natural History Museum is a place of dinosaur bones, shadows, and soft historic murmurings in galleries lined with the glassy stares of animals stuffed before filling an endangered animal full of sawdust was frowned upon. I can often be found losing myself in its mosaic-floored hallways, shuffling along galleries of ancient undersea skeletons, […]

London Guerilla Knitting: “My yarn is as bad ass as your spray can.”

Guerilla knitting. Street art that sings the same yarn-flavoured tune I do. Always had vague fluffy plans of releasing my knits into the city I am in all kinds of love with. Always admired those who have done it before me. Never really dreamed I would be standing nervously in the shadow of St Paul’s […]