I have never understood the nasty attitude that is so prevalent among some knitters toward the art of crochet. A fibre art is a fibre art. Back in the day, the more that you were adept at, the better. It speaks to one’s abilities with a craft, an art form. They are different – obviously – and to denigrate one in the interest of proving the other better is just as uniformed as any other biases that humans make up.
I always want to say “Get serious, you crochetphobic twit” to those who turn up their nose when I bring a hook and silk lace to “Knit Night”. I feel like I have to say “Well actually I AM a Master Knitter, I’m just slumming tonight”. I learned both art forms – among many – at around age five or six, they are equivalent.
Don’t apologize for your chosen craft. Don’t allow some boob to tell you there is a wrong way to hold your sticks or hook.
This is Art, it is creative expression and to look down on another’s is as dumb as looking down on Vivaldi because you think Mozart is the cat’s arse.
Hey – come back here – that’s my soapbox – wait – oh well… 🙂