I am not a crocheter. I may sometimes be a bit crotchety, which has nothing to do with crocheting. Well, that depends whether crocheting makes you irritable, in which case you might be called crotchety, but there's always knitting.
I had a younger brother whose teacher taught his class to crochet little woolen wreaths to give to their mothers to wear as Christmas pins. He presented it, slightly lopsided but lovingly flawed, to Mom and she wore it faithfully for years until it became an indistinguishable green lump with bits of faded red ribbon. I always wanted one and when my oldest son was in first grade, I made one for his teacher and one for myself. I didn't have a pattern--just a memory--and took my rudimentary skills from a book like this little "Dell Purse Book."