I could tell you that there are crochet Monets out there, people executing such artistry with a hook and yarn that it would amaze you. I could show you crocheted animals, larger than life, crocheted skulls, and cars or pianos that have been covered in crochet. I might point to the amazing crochet fashion industry in Russia, where crochet has been taken to Olympian heights. Then there is the fact that crochet is mathematical, geometrical, and can form delicately patterned constructions that you can actually wear.
The truth is, when I mention the word crochet, you will probably immediately think of gaudy granny square afghans or toilet roll covers. I have nothing against these sturdy, utilitarian objects, but it is doubtful they will be seen in an art gallery any time soon.
I don’t care. I love crochet and think it is rather magical to create jackets, dresses–just about any shape I can imagine, actually–with one little hook and some thread or yarn. I have used it through the years to put bindings on quilts, or strengthen the edges of my handmade books.
Something about this simple craft satisfies a need in me. Period.
I don’t owe an explanation or apology to anyone. And neither do you, about whatever it is you love to do.
If it gives you joy, enjoy.