It began back when I was about 7 years old. My Mom taught me how to make a single stitch crochet square. I fell in love with it and continued to make my little squares and granny squares for a few more years then gave it up (teenage life).
When I was 18 my Mom passed away. I did not touch a crochet hook again until me and my husband started trying to have our own baby. It was then, I once again discovered the art of crochet. I made so many booties, hats and sweaters that I didn't know what to do with them. Most of them I sold online and some I gave to friends who had little ones.
Then I discovered miniature crochet and began making my own patterns from scratch. I made all sorts of fruit outfits and some animals and foudn a love for them! I mostly use a #7 crochet hook. It's my fav! I had an older style Susan Bates and it is the only one I would use. I absolutely love the hook at the end of it. One night it suddenly developed a burr next to the hook. I was devastated. I would file it down ever night because I could not find another like it anywhere. I thought I would never again find the perfect hook.
On a trip to my sister's house in West Virginia. I was visiting her house when she walked in with a medium sized, old, wooden wine bottle box. I immediately began to cry! I had not seen that box in almost 20 years. Need I say, it belonged to my mother and housed every single crochet hook and knitting needle she ever owned! I was overwhelmed with joy that my sister was entrusting it's contents to ME! She explained that she never opened it and she knew how much I loved to crochet and thought maybe I would want to use some of the items. Well to my delight, I found a replacement for my #7 steel hook!! She had the EXACT same hook in that box. I will never use another and absolutely cherish ever stitch I create with it. Not to mention, using my Mother's hook makes me feel a little closer to her now!!
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