One of the pleasures in life is walking into a yarn shop. The textures and colors appeal to my senses of sight and touch. For years I have dreamed about learning how to weave; I am fascinated with textiles as works of art, and I would like to have the pleasure of designing and making something on a loom. My mother had a huge floor loom, but foolishly I did not learn from her. Now years later I have decided to give it a go, and have enrolled in a class at the Yarnery on Grand Avenue in Saint Paul. What shall I weave?