Qiviut
Qiviut![]()
Soft, warm decadence
from the underbelly of a
musk ox, who thought it could be?
It’s eight times warmer than the fleece of a sheep.
The fluffy, fine fibre flows through my fingers like silk
onto the spinning wheel bobbin it gently twists,
making it’s way into beautiful yarn.
My knitting needles lie
in wait.

Beware you have an addiction…