Every time I crochet with my friend I secretly covet her hook holder. She made it herself and the fabric is gorgeous. But, most importantly I covet the neatness of it all. The ability to open a pretty wee thing and choose the appropriate tool, begin work . . . no hassle . . . no stress. This thought completely epitomises who I am. However, my hooks are kept in a little snaplock bag at the bottom of my basket in a complete muddle. Today it all got the better of me (as a lot of things have done today). I threw down my current table cloth project and went in search of some fabric.
Within an hour I had a little holder, complete with padding (to give it some edge) and some very badly stitched seams as I never purported to be a sewer. I looked at it waiting for the love affair to begin. Alas, it needed more. As I have no bias binding, nor any knowledge of how to attach bias binding to anything else, I decided to go back to the one thing I know . . . crochet. The pictures above show the finished result of a very basic fringe. Please, I beg, don't enlarge the pictures or you'll never speak to me, email me, call me or even think of me again. I remind you, I'm not a sewer. But, I do love the fact that I have a little case for the sole purpose of holding my hooks. Life feels just a little fuller right now.