I can remember as a child watching my grandma crochet. It was what she did when she was sitting down watching TV or talking.
Her blankets were beautiful and it wasn't long before I wanted to play too.
I don't remember if she taught me the basics or not, but I know that at some point she helped me figure some things out. For the most part, though, I used a book to learn crochet. It was a skill that I caught on to quickly and easily and I like to think that is from watching her for so long. (crochet by osmosis?)
It has now become a source of relaxation for me: something for my hands to do when they are bored (if that's the right word...boredom is something I very rarely experience lately), but also a focus point to calm my mind when it gets overwhelmed and stressed.
When my grandma passed away, I inherited some of her crochet hooks and pattern books. I feel close to here whenever I bring out my yarn and hooks.
I am so grateful for the skill I have and for the connection to Grandma.