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.