Knitblast the Eighth: the melancholy tale of a crochet flower

21 Jul

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.

A crochet flower by any other name would smell like wool...

A crochet flower by any other name would smell like wool...

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 Stitcher: Through this part.

Deadly Knitshade: Oh.

(times passes)

Deadly Knitshade: So the hook goes…

Bluestocking Stitcher: There. Where I showed you last time.

Deadly Knitshade: Oh.

(time passes)

Deadly Knitshade: Can I just ask…

Bluestocking Stitcher: Would you like me to finish it for you?

Deadly Knitshade: *beams* I owe you cake.

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2 Responses to “Knitblast the Eighth: the melancholy tale of a crochet flower”

  1. Janet July 21, 2009 at 15:44 #

    It’s beautiful. Like a floral zebra leg. Can I have some cake too?

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