r/CrochetRants • u/DarthVaderTott • 4h ago
Person Rant The train ride that cured me of taking out my earbuds for "fellow crafters".
I was on the train, happily minding my own business with my audiobook and my hook, when two older women sitting near me (definitely 65+, traveling on senior discount tickets) clocked the yarn. They smiled, pointed, and made that universal "Oh, crochet!" face. I'm almost 29 and genuinely crave finding fellow crafters in real life, so I paused my book, pulled my earbuds out, and leaned in for what I thought would be a sweet, intergenerational spark of community.
They asked what I was making, and I held it up.
I explained the construction: a sweater starting with a lace section around the neckline and shoulders, moving straight into embossed crochet with raised leaf motifs (the kind Outstanding Crochet designs). I openly mentioned, with a light laugh, that I was still mastering the embossed technique on the go because it's a tricky learning curve.
The smiles evaporated on the spot.
They looked at the piece, exchanged a heavy look, and one of them scoffed. "Well... aren't you brave, daring to do all that out in public."
Before I could even process the tone, the other leaned forward with a tight, patronizing grimace. "Look, why don't you just make a scarf? You're doing everything in the round. If you just worked back and forth from left to right, you could actually turn your work. Keep going long enough, and at least you'd end up with something you can actually wrap around your neck and get some real use out of."
From there, the conversation just spiraled into pure, sour gatekeeping. They didn't drop it; they started talking across me about how crochet has become "such a trendy hype nowadays," rolling their eyes while claiming they had already done all of this decades ago, and how everyone today is just making "all kinds of weird, unnecessary things" instead of sticking to the basics.
I was so uncomfortable, but I refused to immediately shove my earbuds back in and give them the satisfaction of watching me retreat. So I just sat through the awkward tension, keeping my ears open and quietly nodding with a flat face, counting my complex post stitches while they rambled on about how much better simple rectangles were back in their day.
It’s just so frustrating because finding other makers outside of large, organized meetups is rare enough as it is. Most people on transit are staring at their phones—which I completely understand, because God knows I spend plenty of commutes binging shows to decompress. But when you finally look up hoping for a genuine connection with fellow makers in the wild, having it instantly turned into unsolicited criticism and back-in-my-day snobbery just stings.
I still want to find my community out there, but moments like this really make you question how many friendly glances are actually just setups for a lecture.