Crochet Tools
Clover Amour Hook Set Review: Months of Daily Crocheting as a Left-Hander
Fourteen months, ten sizes, one left hand. What held up, what did not, and the two complaints I still have.
A left-handed crocheter on what changed after swapping thirty years of plain aluminum hooks for a soft-grip set.
Fourteen months, ten sizes, one left hand. What held up, what did not, and the two complaints I still have.
I crocheted on plain aluminum hooks for thirty years before I bought anything with a grip on it. Here is the honest ledger, fourteen months later.
Thirty years of plain aluminum, then one set of ten hooks. Here is what actually changed, and the two things I would skip.
A left-handed crocheter on what changed after swapping thirty years of plain aluminum hooks for a soft-grip set.
Five steps I use every time, in order, from the yarn band to the swatch to the handle that fits a left hand.
Fourteen months on a set of ten soft-grip hooks, from someone who did not need them and bought them anyway.
Nine months, about eighteen hand washes, and a lot of winter evenings in the armchair. Here is what held up, what ran big, and who these cotton gloves are actually for.
One pair lives in my project bag and one lives in a kitchen drawer. The difference is not which one is better. It is which job each one was built for.
Nine months with a pair of cotton crafting gloves, and ten plain reasons they stayed in the bag pocket.
Nine months with a pair of cotton crafting gloves, from a left-handed crocheter who is 5 foot 1 and particular about fit.
Five habits, in order, that took my sessions from forty minutes to a full evening, and the one pair of gloves I put on before the ache instead of after it.
Nine months of evening wear, one size that runs roomy, and the fit detail most reviews leave out.
Eleven months with one wooden bowl, one 3.5 ounce ball at a time, and a chair by the window.
One survived a fall off the side table. One did not. A left-handed crocheter compares 11 months with a wooden bowl against years with a glazed ceramic one.
Eleven months of nightly use, and almost every reason is a small one that adds up over a winter.
Eleven months with a wooden yarn bowl on the side table, and the small change that came with it.
A left-handed crocheter's five step method for keeping the ball where it belongs, and the bowl that finally did it.
Eleven months of use on a wooden yarn bowl: what the listing gets right, what it quietly leaves out, and the two things that still bother me.
Thirteen months of evening crochet with a light that was never designed for crochet. What it fixed, what it did not, and the one habit it forced on me.
One rests on your neck, one clamps to the furniture. After a year with the first and four evenings with the second, here is where each one actually helps a crocheter.
Thirteen months of evening crochet under a light built for something else entirely, and why it stayed in the chair-side kit.
I am left-handed and my lamp lives on my left, which means my own hand has been throwing shadows across my stitches for thirty-five years. Here is what I finally did about it.
The order matters more than the gear: set the room, choose the color, aim the ends, steady the yarn, then quit before your eyes do.
Thirteen months of wearing a light around my neck in an armchair. What it actually fixes, what it does not, and the two things that still bother me.
Six months of daily use, one short left-handed crocheter, and a fair look at the divider, the pockets and that shoulder strap.
Six months of daily use on both sides of the question, from someone who carried a project in a free library tote for three decades.
Thirty years of digging hooks out of a canvas tote, and what finally put a stop to it.
Six months with a canvas project bag living on the floor beside my chair, and the one small daily annoyance it actually fixed.
Five steps that took me from a tote full of loose hooks to a bag I can carry with one hand. Written by a left-handed crocheter who has been at this about 35 years.
Six months of daily use, the two things the listing buries, and the one pocket I would change.
Fourteen months, ten sizes, one left hand. What held up, what did not, and the two complaints I still have.
Fourteen months on a set of ten soft-grip hooks, from someone who did not need them and bought them anyway.
Nine months, about eighteen hand washes, and a lot of winter evenings in the armchair. Here is what held up, what ran big, and who these cotton gloves are actually for.
Nine months of evening wear, one size that runs roomy, and the fit detail most reviews leave out.
Eleven months with one wooden bowl, one 3.5 ounce ball at a time, and a chair by the window.
Eleven months of use on a wooden yarn bowl: what the listing gets right, what it quietly leaves out, and the two things that still bother me.
Thirteen months of evening crochet with a light that was never designed for crochet. What it fixed, what it did not, and the one habit it forced on me.
Thirteen months of wearing a light around my neck in an armchair. What it actually fixes, what it does not, and the two things that still bother me.
Six months of daily use, one short left-handed crocheter, and a fair look at the divider, the pockets and that shoulder strap.
Six months of daily use, the two things the listing buries, and the one pocket I would change.