Confession: I’m a texture junkie. A touch fanatic. You know how a dog immediately goes up to something new and different and starts smelling it? I touch everything. Okay, well, not QUITE everything because even I have my limits. Seriously, though, as a kid, my mom was constantly telling me to look with my eyes and not with my hands. Even now, I don’t just want to look at an artist’s paint strokes on a canvas. I want to FEEL them. The no-touch policies at museums? Sheer agony.