I took up crocheting 40 years ago after the death of my first child and a prolonged physical illness followings his demise. My mother- in- law gave me a kit for a vest with instructions. I knew nothing about crochet. She hoped it would get my mind occupied on something new. The yarn was stiff and scratchy, the ugliest shade of
mustard and even though I finished it and showed it to her, I never once wore it. I learned three stitches.