My paternal grandmother, or Omi as she was affectionately known was wonderful at crochet. I'm sure just by looking at those intricate doilies you will not disagree. It's been fifteen years since she left this world and as a child and teenager I was mostly oblivious to her many crafting talents. Now that my own crochet love is blossoming, and the timely inheritance of some of her wonderful creations are now in my possession I felt a certain sentimentality in joining our crochet journey together.
So with little planning, as usual, and one quiet night spent at the machine, this little crochet hook pouch was made. My Omi's crochet doily remains intact on the front, joined with a snip of linen and some screen printed fabric from the stash, little pockets for each hook I own...a velvet ribbon secures it all together.
I wonder how my Omi stored her hooks?
How do you store yours?
Joining in here.