My Current Nemesis

I've slowly, with the assitance of various grandmotherly figures, begun converting my friends to the world of knitting. As it stands I have semi-successfully converted two people.
However, I have determined that the conversion of others is a goal secondary to the betterment of my own knitting skill.
I have resumed work on. . . The Sweater.
In a (somewhat futile) attempt to complete my numerous unfinished knitting projects, I searched for all of my less impulsive and more formulaic attempts at knit items- the sort, perhaps, that actually follow a pattern, rather than simply being a large mass of knit fabric that somehow forms a Mobius strip (retrospectively, this is actually quite easy to do, although I found it utterly baffling at the time).
The greatest, and nearest to being complete, was The Sweater. It is the only actual garment that I've attempted to knit. Thus far, I've completed the two front panels, the back panel, and one sleeve. I have merely a sleeve and the collar left.
[Needles clicking furiously] If I triumph over The Sweater, I will finally achieve the necessary willpower to set aside some time to start my plan to addict others to knitting, thus enabling me to take over the world!
...although, it does seem a long way off.

A Confession, of Sorts

I'm not particularly new to the knitting world; I learned to knit a few years ago in a moment of fidgety boredom. I'd followed a friend into a knitting store and was fascinated by all the colours and textures. She, and later my fiance's mum, taught me the basic knit stitch. I still have my first project; a charcoal-grey polyester/wool garter-stitch scarf that started at 10 stitches a row and ended up at thirty, The first foot or so is full of uneven loops, and accidental yarn-overs and purls.
I have since become something of a fibre snob; I have a deep and abiding love for cashmere and silk. I've completed several scarves, cushions, fancy washcloths and the occasional stuffed doll. The first sweater I ever started remains unfinished...I've started and abandoned more projects than I can count. I (desperately) hope that this is true of every knitter; it's certainly true of all the ones that I've met.
Alas, the store at which I was introduced to knitting closed down soon after my first visit, but I occasionally walk past the papered-over windows and feel a wave of nostalgia. Yarn shops are not particularly common or long-lasting around here; of the four that are nearby (for a certain value of 'near'), two have closed down.
As for my attempt to take over the world- well, I couldn't post my actual plans here, could I? That'd be a little bit useless. Hopefully, though, they're more effective than knitting a giant globe-cozy.