Deadly Knitshade: Mysteriously turned to the darkside of the Knit one fateful night. Mild-mannered Miss X (name changed to protect her identity) fell asleep while knitting on a late-night London Underground train. She barely escaped the dreaded ‘tube sanitiser’, a glowing green transport-cleaning monster, with her life. Details of how she survived are unclear, but here are rumours involving the rarely-seen ‘tube mice’ who dwell in the London’s subterranean transport system tunnels.
Since that night part of her emerged from the underground as Deadly Knitshade.
Deadly Knitshade is a lone wool-hungry wolf, instilled with eerie knitting powers. She is subject to constant unexpected ‘knitblasts’ leaving woolly debris around the city. It is her yarn-flavoured burden to bear.
Her knits aren’t content with lurking in the shadows of conventional knitting. They don’t stand under the woolly umbrella of quiet stitching at home in front of the TV. They do not smell of mothballs or Werther’s Originals. They do not hide in department store basements or charity shop bargain bins. They aren’t there to keep anyone warm in the winter.
Discernible by their Whodunnknit tags, her knitblasts can appear anywhere. They like to get out. They demand to be noticed. They live in this city every bit as much as any one else does.
Deadly Knitshade founded Knit the City in April 2009 and has been documenting the group’s yarnstorming story, as well as her own, with through her camera-wielding and word weaving ever since.