Crochet – A Love Story

Ever felt stuck in a rut? Well, I did. And then I found crochet – we were meant to be. Now I’m hook-ed ;).

I finally found something I love doing. Something that in itself makes me happy. Something I’m good at but that I never thought I would even like. Crochet.

Inspired by my mother– well perhaps I started learning out of curiosity or boredom. But once I started I couldn’t stop. My mother knits, and my mother sews and my mother paints and my mother crochets and my mother does just about everything. And I never thought I could be like my mother. She’s so creative, I would think to myself. Definitely didn’t get those genes.

But, I wanted to learn, at least try to learn. A few years ago I had tried my hand at knitting. I learnt a couple of basic stitches, maybe I knitted a row or two, and that was it. My two youngest sisters took up knitting too. My husband would say, look if they can do it, why can’t you? He would tease me about my lack of “homely” skills.

So, he was away on a trip and I thought – hey, wouldn’t it be cool if I could knit him a scarf. My mother, so very excited at the prospect, took out some beautiful gray yarn she had bought, gave me a pair of knitting needles and started me off. With every new stitch I felt a great sense of accomplishment. I couldn’t believe it! I was doing it! I was knitting!… And then, it dragged on forever! Day after day, week after week I was still knitting one scarf! It took me 3 months! 3 whole months! I didn’t have the patience… I decided to give up.

Then, one day I went to my mother’s home and she was making a scarf. But, her hand was moving fast! That was definitely not knitting! What? I asked: “Crochet” How!? I wondered! And she showed me.

Look at this hook, you hold it like this, you take the yarn, loop it like this, then bring the hook through here, pull through here, go through here, and then through here and there you go. Wow. That looked complicated. But it was fast! I was intrigued. I sat and watched and slowly it made more sense. I could feel the rhythm. She let me take the hook in my hand. Gently guided my awkward movements, assured me that I would get a hold of it through practice and patience. I crocheted a couple of stitches and then passed it back to here. She praised me, undid the stitches, and continued crocheting my niece’s scarf. It’s easier than knitting she assured me.

I was determined to learn. Could it be so difficult that I couldn’t learn it? I mean, I had learnt to knit hadn’t I? – Short lived as that may have been, I had successfully knitted a beautiful basket-weave scarf!

I borrowed a hook, opened my laptop, browsed to youtube and found some videos. I watched and I crocheted. And I fell in love. I was hooked on my hook.


And it was so much faster than knitting! I started making hats, and kept making hats, for my sister, for my niece, for my nephew, for my husband, for myself. I became known in my family for making hats! I even inspired and taught my mom to make hats! (More on the hats in a later post!)

And thus my love story began…


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