I learned how to crochet as a freshmen in college--way before it was cool.
One of my roommates would regularly cozy up on our ugly zigzaggy couch and crochet away, her big basket of yarn a perfect fit in our murky and ancient apartment. Some of us roommies would do a little "psst-pssst-ing" in her direction whenever we had people over. You need to put that away! we'd say with strained eyes zoomed in on her afghan project. We didn't want anyone thinking we were old-fashioned, especially not on a Friday night. We were much too cool for that.
But being the confident girl Jamie is, she paid us no heed. And I love, love, love her for that! I wish I were like her and could say I started crocheting long before a few hip celebrities brought it back.
After a semester or so of watching her, I got an itch to have her teach me--anything to make a scarf someday, I thought. So, for my birthday, Jamie took me and some others to the craft store and helped us pick out yarn, and then taught a few of us. From then on, she wasn't alone in her needlework. Apartment 105 was alive and crocheting! Many a Friday night one could find at least three of us crowded on our lone couch, tangled up in string and great girl talk, though I had a speedy hiding spot picked out for my yarn, just in case anyone came knocking. :)
Now I'm a crocheter, loud and proud! And it's funny, every Friday night I crave to cozy up on the couch and relax to the steady rhythm of my fingers tying pretty little knots as my mind is set free to ponder.