It all began with a single hook
Where do I begin? Is there a way in which one begins to sum the life-altering impact of the decision to pick up a crochet hook, or a fitting description of the moment one opens the creative door...to discover the great variety of stitches and patterns and designs? No, there isn't. So, I guess, the best way is to start is from the beginning.
I remember fondly as a child those cheap, plastic hooks one could get from the local grocery store for just a few cents. They would come in all sorts of wonky colors, like Pepto Bismal pink or Retro Orange. Sure, it all makes for a good laugh now, but we thought they were cool at the time. My sister and I would break from our doll playing (and tormenting our brothers) to "crochet". Please understand me when I say that at that time our "crocheting" could hardly be called such, because between the two of us we could barely chain 50 and if we were able to somehow, we didn't know what to do afterward...which usually led us right back to tormenting our brothers again.
Despite this, something about those first experiences with crocheting stuck. Was it the smooth feel of the hooks gliding through the yarn's loops? Was it the way my tactile senses were engaged by the repetition, by the almost musical quality of yarning over and pulling through loops, which (in my mind) could rival the greatest compositions of Mozart? Perhaps. All I know is that I never quite escaped my retreat back to crocheting. I never lost that initial wonder of what a single crochet hook could whip up.
Fast forward many moons, marriage, children, joys, sorrows, and much in-between, I can still be found with a crochet hook in my hand on most days. I have created so many things, from blankets to scarves, to play foods for my children, to placemats and handbags, clothing, and so much more.
...and it all began with a single hook.
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