In those days our kitchen was what was called a living kitchen. All the family's activities took place there for the simple reason that it was the warmest room in the house as well as the largest! So I opened my box of beads on the large kitchen table, spread them all out just to admire the colours, threaded my needle and got the first segment underway. Then what: grandma came to announce dinner time and I sadly had to pack up again. But eventually I completed my doily, even though I remember that passing the thread back and forth was not that easy!
I think this is where my love of beads stems from. What about you? How did you start? I would love to hear your own fond memories.