Yarnstorm the Fifteenth: Tree of Tintenfisch

What’s a graffiti knitting book launch celebration without a swarm of skybound squid (or Tintenfisch as squid are called in Germany)?

The German edition of Knit the City’s shiny new book featured a squid celebrity on the front cover. Witness Plarchie the handknitted stitched squid lounging in the lap of his pal and the father of modern biology Charles Darwin! So a squid celebration seemed rather appropriate as part of the book launch day.

Yarnstorm the Fourteenth: Bobbing Bear-lin Luftballons

Once upon a time there were four sneaky stitchers who lived in a secret wool-lined Bunker in the heart of the ancient city of London. There they knit and crocheted and made magic with their needles which they sent out into the world to seek its fortune.

One quiet London night there was a thud thud thud at the Bunker door. The stitchers crept to the window and peered into the dark tunnel beyond and there they spied a large and rather hairy bear thumping on the door with his great paw.

Yarnstorm the Thirteenth: Hubbub of Hearts

Love. It’s squishy. It’s smooshy. It’s warm and cuddly. And today it’s made from wool.

In honour of the day of mushy love that is Valentine’s Day the Knit the City Yarn Corps brought a world of woolly yarnstorming love to the people of Piccadilly Circus.

Yarnstorm the Twelfth: Handmade Herd

Ladies and Gentlemen! Ewes and Rams! Roll up! Roll up! Today, for one day only, those wool slinging wonders of the Knit the City Yarn Corps will be driving a Handmade Herd across London Bridge before your very eyes! Witness London’s first ever Handmade Herd!

We’ve got freakishly huge sheep! We’ve got horribly hungry sheep! We’ve got sheep that might not be sheep at all! Cooooooome and see yer sheep!

Stitched Sealife EscapeesYarnstorm the Eleventh: Stitched Sealife Escapees

We interrupt this programme to bring you breaking news from London’s Natural History Museum. Reports are flooding in that four of the Museum’s inmates have broken out of their jars and are causing havoc throughout the building.

Anyone spotting the Stitched Sealife Escapees should keep to a safe distance and alert the authorities. I repeat, do not attempt to take them down yourself!

Yarnstorm the Tenth: Plunder of Pirates

Shiver me stitched timbers! Knit the City be findin’ themselves marooned at London’s Camden Crawl! What be there to do but yaaaaaaaaaarnstorm, we ask ye?

Here be pirates. Here be blasted bilge mice. Here be wenches. Here be hoards of scurvy pirate butterflies. Here be what too much moonshine can do fer yer.

Yarnstorm the Ninth: Wall of Wonderland

The Yarn Corps were beginning to get very tired of sitting on the South Bank, and of having nothing to do.

They were considering (as well as they could, for the hot day made them feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of knitting something sneaky would be worth the trouble of getting up and finding the yarn, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by them.

Yarnstorm the Eighth: Nutcracker Knitmare before Christmas

Twas the Knit before Christmas in cold London Town,
Where a lone ballerina was cast with a frown,
Yet she was not long for her knitless despair,
For Knit the City’s Yarn Corps soon would be there…

Yarnstorm the Seventh: Gate of Ghouls

We are stitch-struck wool-weaponed watchers of the London below your feet. We felt it was our duty to warn you. A stitched sign that something sinister sits in the city’s shadows.

Screwing up our courage, thowing in a handful of ghoulish ghost lights, and keeping our sharpened DPNs at the ready we yarnstormed one of London’s most haunted entrances to the underground – the rust-ravaged gateway to the empty echoes of abandoned Aldwych Station on The Strand.

Yarnstorm the Sixth: Oranges and Lemons Odyssey

Once upon a time there were six lonely, grey and stony churches dotted around a giant city of concrete and commuters. These churches had history, they had lived in the city for many years, and long ago someone had thought so much of them they had written them into a nursery rhyme and made their singing bells the stars.

Just when all hope seemed lost and the bells’ song was barely a heard, the Knit the City Yarn Corps rode in on their shiny red bus steeds. They were six yarnstorming warriors with history in their heads, yarn in their hands and the song of the bells in their rhythm of their stitching. And thus the Oranges and Lemons Odyssey began…

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.

Yarnstorm the Fourth: Web of Woe

The Yarn Corps, ever paranoid and still on the run after the Phonebox Cosy, suspect a trap. It’s the trap that gives them a yarnstorming idea…

The Knit the City Web of Woe is born.

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.

Yarnstorm the Third: The Phonebox Cosy

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.

The infamous Phonebox Cosy stood proud and woolly in the dusk and all was right with the world of graffiti knitting once more.

Yarnstorm the Second: The Yarnstorming of Covent Garden

Covent Garden in the tourist-clogged heart of the city. The Yarn Corps has been eyeing this cobbled canvas for a while now, and Worldwide Knit in Public Day practically screamed for a bit of subversive stitching where the city could see it. After all if you’re going to thrust the woolly face of the knit into the public eye you may as well do it where as many people as possible can wonder at it.

Four members of the Yarn Corps converged in the corner of one of London’s oldest market squares, where Roman knitters once stitched their stolas and togaed stallholders touted their wares, and brought the yarnstorm to a humble wooden barrier  as the tourists flowed by.

Yarnstorm the First: South Bank boot camp

Knit the City’s Yarn Corps weren’t always of tight-knit band of guerrilla knitters. They were lone woolly wolves, going about their yarnstorms in their own style and stitches. Some of them didn’t even know they had it in them to take their knits to the streets.

It would take a twist in the thread of fate to bring them and their knits together. It may never have taken place, but the thread of fate had other ideas…

Knit the City on film

Yarnstorms on Film

See Knit the City through the lens of our documentary stalkers Alt Artist. Also see our Press page for random TV appearances on the BBC and This Morning.


One Response to “YARNSTORMS”

  1. Aphra Fiera January 21, 2011 at 7:21 am #

    Making the world a prettier place to live in, one knit at a time. Looking forward to seeing more of your stuff!

    twitter @aphra_fiera

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