It's true. In the beginning..... There was yarn, all sorts of yarn, every texture and every hue seductive and hypnotic. And so the yearning for yarn begins as both eye candy and textile taunts. Even a non knitter in a yarn store cannot keep their hands off the yarn. Often both hands are going at once, feeling different skeins and rolling them between their fingers. For yarn approval, just to be sure, it must pass the cheek test. Ducking slightly so as not to be seen, gently move the skein back and forth along your cheek. Does it feel like a nuzzling kitten or like the Brillo you use to scrub your pans. If it passes the cheek test (i.e. feels like a cuddly kitten)., the next hurdle is to select a color. The agonizing ensues. Have no fear, you can choose all. It's true; Fair Isle knitting is perfectly suited for those who cannot pick just one color. Instead the whole rainbow will do. Why limit yourself? Wait a minute; we're getting ahead of ourself. This is the moment when you must decide. "Is this the time, I finally learn to knit? Yes! Yes! I want this yarn!"( Sticker shock aside). It's time to learn to knit! This is the point when I have met many hundreds of sparkly eyed wannabe knitters. Yarn and needles in hand, awkward and shy they slip into their seats at my table with an occasional nervous giggle. Have they taken on too much?