She used it as batting in a quilt she made. I think she just made it with big sqares stitched in the fabric and each square filled with the wool. She says its a real warm blanket.<<<
They are warm, you can buy a regular wool batting, that will work the same as a cotton batting for quilts.
Her idea works also.
Also used old wool clothing for quilts, made a tied comforter.
When I sold them in the shop, I had to laugh, for one of the ranchers wives sent her husband to buy one of our fancy quilts, he wanted the wool comforters for the bunk house.
I had found wool skirts and pants at Goodwill for 10 cents each and used a regular, LOL, old style -hard floor tile for the square and Bill cut one for half and quarter size, after adding the seam allowances.
With those pattern sizes, the cutting went fast and it was all used, with the seams and strips left, being used for weaving rag rugs.
Bill was a cattle man and did not like sheep, once he was given one, he brought it home and then took it to our friend Mary, he made sure that it left.
Another time, a friend gave me a lamb, what a ball we had, I must have had it in the house, for it was being bottle fed, then my month old grandaughter came to visit and the lamb had to go.
We had him out doors and that lamb would dash in the door and have the babies bottle, before you could stop him.
So he went to Mary’s.
One day I was there and went out the back door, to hear the lamb crying, by then he was maybe a year old.
I called Mary and told Her that I would go check the lamb/sheep.
Mary said “There is nothing wrong with the lamb, and you might as well know, he wants his bottle!!!”
“This is the time of the day that I give it to him, for he enjoys it and I enjoy giving it to him!!!”
The humor in this story, is that Mary was past 80 years old, a farm woman, who had no problem butchering her own lambs in her youth and now sent them to the butcher shop, without ever looking back.
The lamb stayed with Mary about 3 years, before he went in the freezer, and I assume kept getting his bottle.....
Another sheep story...
Back when I had my sheep, we had a neighbor across the road (about 1/4 mile away) who did also.
Really early one Sunday morning, they called me and told me that my sheep were down there eating everything in their garden. I quickly pulled on some clothes and ran down to get my sheep out of their garden. They were just standing there - almost smirking - then, I was suspicious because the sheep didn’t look that familiar, so I checked the ear tag and sure enough they were standing there watching their sheep eat their garden... When I told them, their looks sure did change...
LOL, thinking about them, they were the ones who when I went into the U.S. Army, and since I had to have a Top Secret and Cryptographic clearance, the FBI questioned the neighbors. The neighbor called my parents and said ‘I don’t know what trouble your son got himself into, but the FBI was here asking questions about him - but don’t worry, we didn’t tell them anything!’ With friends like that, who needs enemies. (Yes, I did get my clearance...)
(And NO, Øbama would not be able to get his with the same criteria! Grrrrrr.)