When I was a little kid, my grandmother taught me to crochet. I used to go through the patterns in the Learn How Book (I think this is still being published, by the way). My family used to go to Grandma & Grandpa's house for Sunday dinner. Sometimes Grandma would go down into the cellar and come up with a skein of yarn for me. When asked what I was making, I usually said I was just playing, and that's usually all I was doing. I don't know what she bought or where she stashed it (other than in the cellar). I can't help but wonder if my one-skein-at-a-time habits came from my one-skein-at-a-time childhood.