For years, I have drooled and pined over qiviut yarn, but I've never actually owned any.
Just now I received a surprise package from Knatolee, my favorite person on the planet. The customs form said "yarn," but it should have read "heart's desire," because the package contained a ball of beautiful, precious, scrumptious qiviut yarn. I'm going to lose sleep trying to decide what project is worthy of this treasure.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, Knatolee!!
If I were on the other side of the camera lens you would see a huge, foolish grin plastered across my face.
Now I must return to skipping gleefully about the house.