The email was most nondescript and fearing an open invitation to a virus, I almost didn't double click. But the word Qiviut gave me courage. Then the message announcing me as winner made me suspicious. Me? Winner of nothing ever? Had I entered a contest? In the bustle that is December, I couldn't remember. But it sounded like something I would do - enter a contest to win some Qivuit. What knitter wouldn't? And just how dangerous could an email be with the word Qiviut in the header? How vulnerable could I be by simply giving these folks my post office box number? Those hours of indecision took a nano second. Before you could say Rudolph, they had my address and I eagerly anticipated holding my very own Qiviut.
I am not totally unaware of the glory that is Qiviut. Several year ago, in the Jacques Cartier store in Banff, I drooled, ogled and fondled the yarn until I was sure the staff were ready to call someone. Police, loony bin. I really wanted some of that yarn. But the price tag of $65 for a 25 G ball back when most yarn was priced still in the single digits, gave me pause. Wondering what it might be like to have money. I did buy a Wool/Qiviut blend at half the price.
Thanks to the generous folks at theqiviutblogspot I am now a rich in Qiviut. 66 grams of 100% Qiviut. 50 grams and 470 yards of the most soft, rich brown and 16 grams of off white.
Ask me how merry that made my Christmas. Sugar plums? Hah! My visions are of a wonderful. lacey, warm, cozy, scarf/shawlette.