A nearby town paid $300 each for crocheted coats for trees in a park.
$300. And they were made of acrylic yarn.
There has been controversy, apparently. Not over the $1800 price tag for the installation, but around the ugliness of the installation and whether it’s harmful to the trees.
“There’s so much drama that goes with this crochet crowd,” the crochet artist told the reporter. “I don’t know what it is.”
“And then,”the reporter paraphrased, “there are the hostilities between crochet artists and knitters, who make utilitarian things like clothing.”
If she feels hostility from knitters, it may be because she divides crochet from knitting by calling crochet art and knitting “utilitarian.”
My mother crocheted. I sometimes do so, though I far prefer knitting. I like crochet for lace, or Irish crochet. I’m planning to make an afghan of flower motifs like the one at the top of the post. Someday.
My mother was a crochet artist. She crocheted wall hangings and stuffed three dimensional artworks. My grandmother knitted sweaters. Me too.
But there are certainly utilitarian crocheters who make dishcloths and slippers, and there are knitting artists.
I’ve never encountered any drama or hostility between the hooks and the needles.