uhmmmmmmmmmmmm, is that like wolf? i mean like sheep kind? HOLD ON! lemme look it up! my english is really really bad. sorry. okay.
well
uhm
sheep are like..soft..
i wanna touch them!!!! :D yeah! yeah yeah!
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I remember staying the night at my grandparents house and I had to use a wool blanket. I couldn’t bear it. It gave me the sensation of sleeping in grass. I still don’t like staying at my grandparents house, could that all be because of the wool blanket?
The wool socks were supposed to keep the sweat off my feet but they didn’t stop the aching of fourteen miles of walking. I could feel the arches in my feet caving in but I didn’t stop because I knew if I did then I would never start walking again. Everyone would just leave me here in the middle of Wyoming so I held onto the back of the handcart and kept going.
sheep kind of scare me honestly. It is like they stare into my very soul with the vacant and desolate stares that they always seem to give me as I walk past the real time farm that is down the road from my house. Their silent judgment will follow me to my gave, I am almost certain. What ever would I do if they were to get out and wander to my yard. Their eyes would burn through my house and into my being. I can’t stand the thought of it.
Wool stockings adorned the feet of the simple shephard. Wool came from his sheep, which he raised in the mountains of France. Wool was his favorite textile and used it for everything. Literally. He had wool socks, wool shoes, wool pants, wool shoo
Wool is purple. My house is made of wool. All my friens names are Wool. Wool is used by all the presidents in the white house, but only the ones that came after 1983. Our mission is to have wool in the home of every american by 1798.
Wool stools are very itchy things. They rub and they scratch and they irritate the bum. For some reason, people tend to recommend such products to people who are highly allergic. It is very annoying and pervasive. While it may be somewhat fire proof, it is not worth the trouble.
And so the woolen shirt landed on the floor. What a waste, I thought, as my friend discarded yet another shirt. Don’t you ever have anything better to do than just throw out shirts? I decided not to voice my musings, as not to offend. She sighed and told me that the shirt was too old.
I think about lambs and their little tufts of wool we shear off. Does it hurt them? I like its Nordic style. I like that we use it for comfortable, homey accessories, but they don’t really use it for anything. I think it would be nice to be a lamb. I dream of a farm somewhere, where people do not speak my language and do not know my name. I will have 11 sheep and that would be enough.
its fuzzy, its soft, i think of sheep. sheeps are white, sheeps go bahhhh bahhhh reminds me of little bo peep, reminds me of nursery rhymes, jack and the beanstalk, cinderella, snow white, sleeping beauty, beauty and the beast.
when i see wool it makes me think of socks.but then again i kinda think of sheep.what if sheep wore wooley socks?i think it would be cool to see them in them.i wish i had a pair on now, i’m kinda cold.
wool comes from a sheep it is itchy sometimes but i like it because sheep are cute and friendly. i wish i was wearing a wool sweater right now. just kidding, i don’t, because it’s very nice weather here. wool spelled backwards is LOOW. pretty crazy i think. what else does wool do? insolate? I JUST DON’T KNOW! who wears it? not me.
comes from sheep, is soft, itchy, and makes very warm sweaters. wool is very useful in cold weather. woolly mammoths are extremely fascinating creatures who unfortunately are now extinct. they are predecessors to today’s elephants.
wool is itchy. me no likey. wool makes me thing of wooly mamoths, which are pretty cool, but not quite as cool as elephants. those are sweet. water for elephants is a great book. i think. i havent finished it yet because freaking sigler wont let me.
Wooly sheep is probably an oxymoron, like skinny person would be for me. Not much else to write at this time as the latter is running out. Sad, eh. Happens to the all of us, you might say. Oh well, we r all sheep. Wooly sheep. Gods wooly sheep. This feels a lot longer than one minute. Hmmm.
the wool scratched at her skin, making her itchy and more than a little bit uncomfortable. she arched her back against the material, trying foolishly to make it stop. her hands, tied at the base of her spine, were useless, and damnit, why had this shirt seemed a good idea? certainly, she hadn’t exactly expected to find herself in this situation with blue-eyed-boy whose name she still hadn’t learned, not even after all of these long nights together (hadn’t learned – maybe didn’t want to learn; he would just be another boy without the mystery).
Wool comes from sheep, which are eaten by little boys that cry wolf, therefore you should never lie about something that could happen. Wool sweaters are itchy and uncomfortable, I wouldn’t recommend wearing one without an undershirt.
I don’t have any wool clothes. That makes sense, I live in Florida. I might have a sweater or two, but I don’t think so. I wouldn’t mind one. Sheep are nice. They’re cute, when they’re young. They get dirty though, like most things. But they’re nice as babies. Again, like most things.
I think it comes from sheep. I’m not sure though. I don’t like the texture of it though. It keeps me warm, which is nice. I can’t complain about that. But, it’s itchy as ever and I hate itching. So no wool.
Itchy. That is all there is to say about the one thing i despise in this world. Wool pants. Wool coats. Thank the good heavens there are no wool sheets because I would never sleep a comfortable night again.
It’s itchy. I think i’m allergic. Yeah. Sorry though. I’d totally take this scarf you knitted for me. But it’s just no good for my health. Yeah, i’m sure it’s warm. I know. I get it. I just can’t have it.
I’ll take the scarf that she made me, though. Fuck, I’ll even let her teach me how to knit.
There’s wool on my chest, in my veins, it’s so comfortable, I can even lay in my own body, lie in my own wool for ever. I even don’t know myself. I’m just like wool.
wool is fluffy, scratchy from a sheep. shearing sheep on the hillsides of ireland reminds me of my grandparents. and rain. and the infinite hues of green that ireland’s countryside captures somehow all of them. wool, sweaters from blarney woolen mills. kissing the blarney stone in ireland.
Wool. The substance of peacoats and sheeps’ coats. It’s itchy, but warm. I guess that’s enough for me. I just feel bad that the sheep have to get naked for me to have a peacoat. Sheep are ugly naked.
what is this that i’m feeling?
is it fur?
what is this heat it creates?
making me remember of my mother’s hot skin against my head
how she heated me before she died
wool..
what memories can it bring?
incredible memories of what life used to be and now is
reminds me of when I was little and was about to go out in the snow. Also reminds me of how itchy it used to be. I used to hate wearing the sweater without having an undershirt or something of the sort. Sad but itchy
wool , a soft texture that can hide a story… a story since the creation of wool , a story of the future and the motion of time , how we , man , have evolved creating new ways of making wool and experimenting with it. wool. nothing more.
wool boots, on my feet. No more cold, feels so neat.
Winter storm, up ahead. frozen trees, they’re all dead.
I see snow. I watch it fall.
Winter; Greatest season of all.
Wool is that thing that would never stop scratching. It’s so warm on a wintry day but God forbid you forgot to wear long sleeves underneath that sweater. Itchy arms and a pessimistic spirit are what await those who wear wool without wisdom.
The sheep jump in my tired head, one by one over my bed. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Zzzzzzzzzz.
Baaaaaahh.
You follow along like a sheep, bleating about, trying to make everyone around you happy by saying the “right” answer. When they figure our what a fake you are, they’re going to shave you for your wool and leave you out in the rain with no warmth and no friends. That’s what happens to people who don’t believe in their own opinions.
Wool is scratchy, it itches, makes my skin more sensitive than it really is. Erggh buy me cashmere sweaters. Warm, soft, loving cashmere not evil wool which makes me think of horse blankets and bony grandmas forcing you wear to ugly christmas sweaters. Give me cashmere which makes me think of country clubs in the winter and money.
I want a beautiful wool sweat. I want it to have the texture that gives me the kind of insight not to make these mistakes anymore. It would keep me worm and make me feel like I am unique and beautiful. And it would make everything okay. But they don’t make clothing like that these days.
wool it can keep you warm but its itchy as fuck, makes sense in regards to the wool pulled over your eyes. the lie will keep you warm but you feel the itch, it itch is the truth and you want to scratch it, to find if….unless if you just ignore it then the itch goes away, explains religion.
uhmmmmmmmmmmmm, is that like wolf? i mean like sheep kind? HOLD ON! lemme look it up! my english is really really bad. sorry. okay.
well
uhm
sheep are like..soft..
i wanna touch them!!!! :D yeah! yeah yeah!
one mins is upppppppppppppp
I remember staying the night at my grandparents house and I had to use a wool blanket. I couldn’t bear it. It gave me the sensation of sleeping in grass. I still don’t like staying at my grandparents house, could that all be because of the wool blanket?
The wool socks were supposed to keep the sweat off my feet but they didn’t stop the aching of fourteen miles of walking. I could feel the arches in my feet caving in but I didn’t stop because I knew if I did then I would never start walking again. Everyone would just leave me here in the middle of Wyoming so I held onto the back of the handcart and kept going.
sheep kind of scare me honestly. It is like they stare into my very soul with the vacant and desolate stares that they always seem to give me as I walk past the real time farm that is down the road from my house. Their silent judgment will follow me to my gave, I am almost certain. What ever would I do if they were to get out and wander to my yard. Their eyes would burn through my house and into my being. I can’t stand the thought of it.
Wool stockings adorned the feet of the simple shephard. Wool came from his sheep, which he raised in the mountains of France. Wool was his favorite textile and used it for everything. Literally. He had wool socks, wool shoes, wool pants, wool shoo
The most itchy, uncomfortable fabric is wool. Wool blankets give me the sensation of sleeping in the grass.
Wool is purple. My house is made of wool. All my friens names are Wool. Wool is used by all the presidents in the white house, but only the ones that came after 1983. Our mission is to have wool in the home of every american by 1798.
Wool stools are very itchy things. They rub and they scratch and they irritate the bum. For some reason, people tend to recommend such products to people who are highly allergic. It is very annoying and pervasive. While it may be somewhat fire proof, it is not worth the trouble.
And so the woolen shirt landed on the floor. What a waste, I thought, as my friend discarded yet another shirt. Don’t you ever have anything better to do than just throw out shirts? I decided not to voice my musings, as not to offend. She sighed and told me that the shirt was too old.
I think about lambs and their little tufts of wool we shear off. Does it hurt them? I like its Nordic style. I like that we use it for comfortable, homey accessories, but they don’t really use it for anything. I think it would be nice to be a lamb. I dream of a farm somewhere, where people do not speak my language and do not know my name. I will have 11 sheep and that would be enough.
its fuzzy, its soft, i think of sheep. sheeps are white, sheeps go bahhhh bahhhh reminds me of little bo peep, reminds me of nursery rhymes, jack and the beanstalk, cinderella, snow white, sleeping beauty, beauty and the beast.
when i see wool it makes me think of socks.but then again i kinda think of sheep.what if sheep wore wooley socks?i think it would be cool to see them in them.i wish i had a pair on now, i’m kinda cold.
wool comes from a sheep it is itchy sometimes but i like it because sheep are cute and friendly. i wish i was wearing a wool sweater right now. just kidding, i don’t, because it’s very nice weather here. wool spelled backwards is LOOW. pretty crazy i think. what else does wool do? insolate? I JUST DON’T KNOW! who wears it? not me.
comes from sheep, is soft, itchy, and makes very warm sweaters. wool is very useful in cold weather. woolly mammoths are extremely fascinating creatures who unfortunately are now extinct. they are predecessors to today’s elephants.
wool is itchy. me no likey. wool makes me thing of wooly mamoths, which are pretty cool, but not quite as cool as elephants. those are sweet. water for elephants is a great book. i think. i havent finished it yet because freaking sigler wont let me.
i think it’s from sheep. i’m not sure. it’s itchy. the texture is not very nice, but it keeps me warm. but i don’t like itching. so no wool.
Wooly sheep is probably an oxymoron, like skinny person would be for me. Not much else to write at this time as the latter is running out. Sad, eh. Happens to the all of us, you might say. Oh well, we r all sheep. Wooly sheep. Gods wooly sheep. This feels a lot longer than one minute. Hmmm.
the wool scratched at her skin, making her itchy and more than a little bit uncomfortable. she arched her back against the material, trying foolishly to make it stop. her hands, tied at the base of her spine, were useless, and damnit, why had this shirt seemed a good idea? certainly, she hadn’t exactly expected to find herself in this situation with blue-eyed-boy whose name she still hadn’t learned, not even after all of these long nights together (hadn’t learned – maybe didn’t want to learn; he would just be another boy without the mystery).
Wool comes from sheep, which are eaten by little boys that cry wolf, therefore you should never lie about something that could happen. Wool sweaters are itchy and uncomfortable, I wouldn’t recommend wearing one without an undershirt.
wool..
I don’t have any wool clothes. That makes sense, I live in Florida. I might have a sweater or two, but I don’t think so. I wouldn’t mind one. Sheep are nice. They’re cute, when they’re young. They get dirty though, like most things. But they’re nice as babies. Again, like most things.
I think it comes from sheep. I’m not sure though. I don’t like the texture of it though. It keeps me warm, which is nice. I can’t complain about that. But, it’s itchy as ever and I hate itching. So no wool.
Itchy. That is all there is to say about the one thing i despise in this world. Wool pants. Wool coats. Thank the good heavens there are no wool sheets because I would never sleep a comfortable night again.
It’s itchy. I think i’m allergic. Yeah. Sorry though. I’d totally take this scarf you knitted for me. But it’s just no good for my health. Yeah, i’m sure it’s warm. I know. I get it. I just can’t have it.
I’ll take the scarf that she made me, though. Fuck, I’ll even let her teach me how to knit.
There’s wool on my chest, in my veins, it’s so comfortable, I can even lay in my own body, lie in my own wool for ever. I even don’t know myself. I’m just like wool.
wool is fluffy, scratchy from a sheep. shearing sheep on the hillsides of ireland reminds me of my grandparents. and rain. and the infinite hues of green that ireland’s countryside captures somehow all of them. wool, sweaters from blarney woolen mills. kissing the blarney stone in ireland.
Wool. The substance of peacoats and sheeps’ coats. It’s itchy, but warm. I guess that’s enough for me. I just feel bad that the sheep have to get naked for me to have a peacoat. Sheep are ugly naked.
what is this that i’m feeling?
is it fur?
what is this heat it creates?
making me remember of my mother’s hot skin against my head
how she heated me before she died
wool..
what memories can it bring?
incredible memories of what life used to be and now is
reminds me of when I was little and was about to go out in the snow. Also reminds me of how itchy it used to be. I used to hate wearing the sweater without having an undershirt or something of the sort. Sad but itchy
wool , a soft texture that can hide a story… a story since the creation of wool , a story of the future and the motion of time , how we , man , have evolved creating new ways of making wool and experimenting with it. wool. nothing more.
wool boots, on my feet. No more cold, feels so neat.
Winter storm, up ahead. frozen trees, they’re all dead.
I see snow. I watch it fall.
Winter; Greatest season of all.
Soft? No.
The scratchiness from its skin.
The bleakness from the gray color.
Stains my thoughts.
My skin.
My life.
My world.
Wool is that thing that would never stop scratching. It’s so warm on a wintry day but God forbid you forgot to wear long sleeves underneath that sweater. Itchy arms and a pessimistic spirit are what await those who wear wool without wisdom.
scratchy, gray, bleak, lambs
The sheep jump in my tired head, one by one over my bed. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Zzzzzzzzzz.
When i think of wool, I think of sheep.
Why don’t they shrink when it rains?
I also think of the black sheep of the family thing.
I would prefer black wool.
It is also just a really weird word.
Wool.
Why isn’t it pronounced Wooooo! el?
And who named it that? That’s a terrible name!
Sorry, wool.
But you kinda deserve it.
Baaaaaahh.
You follow along like a sheep, bleating about, trying to make everyone around you happy by saying the “right” answer. When they figure our what a fake you are, they’re going to shave you for your wool and leave you out in the rain with no warmth and no friends. That’s what happens to people who don’t believe in their own opinions.
Wool is scratchy, it itches, makes my skin more sensitive than it really is. Erggh buy me cashmere sweaters. Warm, soft, loving cashmere not evil wool which makes me think of horse blankets and bony grandmas forcing you wear to ugly christmas sweaters. Give me cashmere which makes me think of country clubs in the winter and money.
I want a beautiful wool sweat. I want it to have the texture that gives me the kind of insight not to make these mistakes anymore. It would keep me worm and make me feel like I am unique and beautiful. And it would make everything okay. But they don’t make clothing like that these days.
Nice looking men are often found wearing it! how nice! Also makes me want hot cocoa and a fire and pleasant music, or people. And red headed beards.
wool it can keep you warm but its itchy as fuck, makes sense in regards to the wool pulled over your eyes. the lie will keep you warm but you feel the itch, it itch is the truth and you want to scratch it, to find if….unless if you just ignore it then the itch goes away, explains religion.