The first piece of beading I made was actually a Christmas present from my Mother to my Nana. It was an angel bookmark that had been a class at Craft Warehouse. Mom looked at it, decided it was Oh, so simple and that she didn't actually need to take the class because it was just a matter of throwing a couple of beads on a wire and calling it good, right?
Well... no. As it turns out it's a bit more complicated than that.
But I do so love a challenge.
Eventually, the hobby got a bit out of hand and I was selling my pieces (because no one needs that much jewelry, I don't care who you are). And then I was putting some of my pieces in consignment stores.
With out my noticing, my hobby turned into a business that I'd invested several thousand dollars in materials and tools and a ridiculous number of hours into. This happened over the course of several years, not all at once, but the point being that at some point it stopped being a hobby.
It never stopped being something I enjoyed doing, though.