Both of my grandmothers either knitted, crocheted, or both. I "fake crocheted" quite early in life, pretending to make something while sitting next to my grandma, with hooks and yarn in hands. Both of us in our rocking chairs - her's suited for an adult, mine was smaller for a little kid. I didn't actually learn to crochet until after they were both gone. But this is my connection to them.
I don't take out my crochet hooks often enough. I usually have to learn again each time. Fortunately, I don't totally forget. I'm usually good for one project, then it's a few years before I get the bug again. It's been a few years. Perhaps it's time again?
About the Image
I tend to gravitate towards simple set ups. For one thing, when I'm in a creativity rut, doing something is far better than doing nothing. But a simple composition brings you to the main idea of the photograph, too. In this case, it was about crocheting. I didn't need all my crochet hooks on display, nor my little project bag, or ruler to check my gauge. That would have been too distracting, too busy. KISS. Right? :) Natural light. Black background. Tripod. 180mm lens.
As for processing the image, it was really straightforward. A VSCO film preset, some minor tweaks in the "basic" panel in Lightroom. Because crocheting is a "warm fuzzy" emotion for me, I wanted the overall tone of the image to be warm.