Attack of the Tubeline Trolls
It has been a long time since I fell asleep on the London Underground and fought the dreaded Tube Sanitiser for my life, only managing to escape due to the tiny fluffballs of fearlessness that are the London tube mice. When I do return to the underground I keep my eyes open and my double-pointed needles nearby. I am well aware how wrong things could have gone down there had I lost my battle. Far below London where you can wander through the endless tunnels for eternity seeking an exit sign you...
Read MoreFlying 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:...
Read MorePhonebox 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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