I was thinking on my drive home the other day about how much of a place texture has in my life. And I don't mean just the weaving thing, although I do go for the softer yarns, like wool and alpaca, but also food and what I wear.
When I was a little one, I had a blankie with a silk edge that I liked to rub on when I was going to sleep. Then the blankie was taken away, and I started playing with my hair. I twirl it, I twist it, I rub on it when my hands aren't doing anything else. And I have a lot of hair to play with. With which to play. Whatever.
One lady at work calls me Twiddles. Because I still do it.
Also, there are foods I won't eat because of their texture. Coconut, for example, and shrimp. There is just something about how it feels in my mouth that makes me refuse to eat it.
Now, I know it's not just me that is like this. What won't you eat because it feels icky? What do you like or do because it makes your fingertips happy?