It's been a short while since I've blogged, for which I apologise. Frankly, I overdid it with my gay pride clubbing, podium dancing and general debauchery. Unfortunately, since then I've been tired. At my age, what did I expect? But me oh my, it was worth it!
So - back to business. Well - I will not go on about my previous love life (and there I was ready to tell you about the fire that happened once whilst I was in the middle of stunt socks). My grandchildren are a little concerned! Oh dear... the family are concerned about granny again and that does nothing but make me feel naughty. I just can't help myself, it's a red rag to a bull, but I will respect them here (for now). It was my grandson that blew the whistle when he helped me start this blog. But I think they wouldn't really want a grandmother that waffles deafly on about angina and incontinence pads would they..?
Here is a little bit of guerilla knitting that caught my eye and my heart.
In Whitstable, for their recent biennale the town was hit by guerilla knitters who call themselves 'incogknito'. I am looking forward to seeing more of what they do and also hope that any of you my dear readers might send me images of your guerilla knitting, craftivism or general shenanigans..
Guerilla knitting at Whitstable Biennale courtesy of incogknito guerilla knitting girls.
I have a feeling that you can click on the photos to make them bigger.
Cheerio for now.