wool is itchy. wool is warm. wool had a life before being my sweater or scarf. wool grazed on open fields under the sun. wool had a mate and babies. Wool was…
This one time when I was little a wool monster visted me in my sleep. He had big brown eyes and spaghetti for legs. I asked him if he would like a cup of tea, he said no because he didnt want to wrinkel. I said wrinkel? that rhymes with tinkel. The wool monester replied yes it is thats why I chose you my dear.
kellykelly
I have a favorite hood sweater. Red and made of wool. Keeps me warm and makes my chest soft for you to cuddle on. I don’t know if you would ever again. Sure someone else will, but I hope you make it back first if you once consider me again
i love wool blankets. they cover my body, keep me warm when the winds blow, leaving me cold, empty, confused and sad. the wool warms me more than you ever did. i can sit and think without you there. i can go on without you. i can survive without you here. but sometimes it gets hard. sometimes the wind blows too loudly. sometimes i feel too alone.
Audrey
wool sounds like a really gross word. it reminds me of old people. wool is a heavy type of material and/or fabric. it sounds as though it would be of animal use. i do not know why, but it sounds like wool would come from animals fur or something.
Louann
i think my all time favourite sweaters are the huge ginourmous value village ones that you find hidden in the very back of the men’s section. You know the ones next to all the bermuda shirts… right between the vests and the second hand lingerie. It never matters how big the are they always provide a big hug!
Socks. Why do people wear wool socks? Wouldn’t it be itchy? Like when your feet sweat–cuz all feet sweet so ichiness is bound to happen. So, why wear wool socks?
Niki
wool is never clean, wool is grey, wool makes my nose itch. wool is wool is wool, is wool. my mother is allergic, my father rubs it on his face. i think it’s itchy, and sometimes it catches hair and it disgusts me. wool is strange, definitely, a weird fiber.
Laura Holt
this is something that i need a lot of right now on minecraft. i’ve used it to make both a biplane and a hot airballoon so far in the game, and my next plan is to build a giant blimp with it. you get it from sheep, but i can never seem to find any when i need to. it’s really annoying. you can get wool in lots of different colors by using various dyes and such, but right now i just need plain white wool. that’s all i ask.
Zach
I like wool. Sheep. Wool. Cuddly. Blankets. Warm on cold nights, wrapped around you. But itchy, very itchy. I suppose that doesn’t matter, though, if it’s warm enough and the night is cold enough and you have a mug of hot chocolate and a good book by your side.
Aine
wool is scratchy and stiff and feels uncomfortable and hot unless you get the really good stuff like merino wool. I bought my mom a long underwear set made of the thinnest merino wool. I wouldn’t answer when she asked how much it cost ($200) because she would faint. I must try get along with her better, I am all she has and me her.
Wool is rather soft against my skin, when I slip it like a sweater, gentle and tender against my skin, over my shoulders and brush away my hair so your lips can lean down and kiss my collarbone, a gesture I’ve come to know and love so well. I listen to the sounds of cars passing by our apartment window and star at the bricks covered in ivory that crawls and creeps up the corners like an infestation that one can never quite bring themselves to remove.
Harley
The wool over her eyes was rough and scratchy, and she itched to untie it, if only so every creak of the mat didn’t send her heartrate spiking through the roof. So what if this was a black belt exercise? So what if she should feel honored? None of them knew that she’d been blind and surrounded before, and what had resulted had been far more malicious than a simple sense training exercise. She could still smell his breath.
The wool in the shirt that I am wearing came from a sheep somewhere in the world. That sheep was once kept warm by the same wool that is keeping me warm at the moment. The sheep is now shivering in the cold. That would be the case, but sheep grows more wool in it’s place. That wool will be used to keep someone else warm soon.
Brittany
She wore a wool sweater that day. An old, stinky yet reliable wool sweater. She loved this sweater. She loved how the threads were so old and about to break at the seams. She adored how it smelled like summer, even during the winter. Too bad this wool sweater was not hers, but of that guy who took her on an endless adventure and just never came back. It’s the last thing she had that belonged to him. She didn’t even remember his name anymore, or his smile, or his voice. But she does remember the way they met, and the way he made her feel. Ecstatic, yet terrified. There’s just something about him, the way he made her feel so fragile, even after she had spent years repeating to herself she was strong and powerful.
Jesy
there were kids at my old grade school who chose to where wool dress pants as part of the uniform rather than normal cotton ones that i wore. they always looked really hot and uncomfortable but i guess i can’t say. still never tried on wool pants.
Wild Bill
that itchy familiar warmth you love and hate like a mother’s worries. the real fabric of our lives. uh no sheep were harmed during this filming. the enddddd. dddd. d.ddddd.dddddddddddd. sixty seconds is forever.
rebecca arves
it is from sheep. scratchy yet warm. it is nice to wear in camping or in the winter. popular in the olden days. though people still wear it.
aliceb
Soft yet harsh, the wool brushed my already agitated skin. I was sick of this island. I was sick of my grandmother. I was sick of the life forced upon me by my ancestors. Most of all, I was sick of this damn wool.
Emma
The thing i remember most about wool is that my mother used to love to knit. my favourite item was a red aran jumper she knitted when I was around fourteen. I chose the pattern – she didn’t particularly like it – but I did. That was twenty odd years ago.
Carmen Costello
I have a very large wool sweater. One day it started talking. Turns out they never detached the wool from the sheep. And the sheep had super powers, so during the course of being part of my magnificent wardrobe, it learned English. Very strange…
She wears her fathers old sweater like battle armor. Every menacing comment directed jarringly her way recedes from her weary head into the seems of that old rag. It reminds her of her fathers snow covered grave and the strength that was lifted from those tombstones that one February afternoon.
somtimes i wana just leave and live somwhere warm and start all over, in the sun, with new people and a new city with exciting things happeneing all around. i wana have a better life than just getting fucked up all the time. that’d be the life, huh?
carly
coats are nice in the winter and give me warmth. I love my wool peacoat that my father gave me its very nice and kept me warm for snowpocalypse. I love wool beanies they are awesome. justin beiber sucks he is a big sheep that is filled with poop
Rose
The wool sweater kept her warm during that cold, lonely winter. It also reminded her of him, because it had his scent on it. He was far, far away, and how she missed him.
The itchiness against my skin. Tied to the memories of all of those Christmas’s on the lake. The warmth of the sweater shielding me from the freezing breeze that gave me chills up and down my spine. The wool of the fabric is part of the magic of these simple memories that I remember and spend my days thankful to be alive.
It’s cozy by this fire. I’m stripped of my clothing, as I have just gone outside and my garments became all wet with snow. I feel fragile now. I feel as though the world owns me.
I’m okay with this notion.
I don’t believe in fate, but I don’t want to believe in controlling my own destiny.
I just want my wool sweater to dry, is that so much to ask?
It’s really difficult to pull the wool over a mother’s eyes. As much as we love our children, we also remember all too well the things we tried to get away with as our own mothers showed that they had eyes in the backs of their heads, supersonic hearing, and knew everyone in town.
its hard and itchy and in each rough fiber there is a story. the second hand store where i found the stretched out, worn in, and utterly itchy worn sweater had such character it was impossible for me to put down.
Anne
so soft. so warm. there is nothing better than wool socks on a cold day. The scratchy feeling against your skin can be so intimately linked to a memory, and even though the feeling can seem scratchy and uncomfortable, there is a certain comfort in that. Wool.
madison Herrick
the warmness that surounds my body when i put on that sweater.
the cozy memories of that time.
didn’t we have fun.
were you not happy then.
i was.
i was warm and content with the thought of you and me.
i put on that sweater only to be brought back to the now bitter memories…
of you and me.
it is itchy. but the good itchy. the one that wraps around you and goes away after a while because it is so close. you get the feeling that something good will come out of this pain. and it does, warmth.
Red, gray, and black. My favorite wool sweater sits in my closet taunting me. “I”m not fashionable, but I am comfortable. Please wear me to your math test. I’ll provide you with all the answers.” “You Lie.” I say to it, slipping it off the hanger, “But I love you anyway.”
i recently brought a new pair of boots, i was ecstatic when i put it on for the first time and felt the wool lining touch my toes. the comfort level was beyond describable. The wool made my feet extremely warm, which was a nice change from what it was used to.
Timi
It’s fuzzy and I like the feel of it. It comes from sheep, right? Baaaaaaaaaaaah. I have a wool blanket. And pajamas. Sheeps wool. Baaaah.
Kittie
wool is something that surrounds skin of sheep of people and warmth. that is all.
yoho
a fierce convulsion shook from limb to core. She wrapped the coat around her more tightly. the vain effort did little to ease the deepening chill. The wooly fabric was insufficient to sheild the sheering wind from slicing through her flesh and settling into her bones.
wool is itchy. wool is warm. wool had a life before being my sweater or scarf. wool grazed on open fields under the sun. wool had a mate and babies. Wool was…
This one time when I was little a wool monster visted me in my sleep. He had big brown eyes and spaghetti for legs. I asked him if he would like a cup of tea, he said no because he didnt want to wrinkel. I said wrinkel? that rhymes with tinkel. The wool monester replied yes it is thats why I chose you my dear.
I have a favorite hood sweater. Red and made of wool. Keeps me warm and makes my chest soft for you to cuddle on. I don’t know if you would ever again. Sure someone else will, but I hope you make it back first if you once consider me again
i love wool blankets. they cover my body, keep me warm when the winds blow, leaving me cold, empty, confused and sad. the wool warms me more than you ever did. i can sit and think without you there. i can go on without you. i can survive without you here. but sometimes it gets hard. sometimes the wind blows too loudly. sometimes i feel too alone.
wool sounds like a really gross word. it reminds me of old people. wool is a heavy type of material and/or fabric. it sounds as though it would be of animal use. i do not know why, but it sounds like wool would come from animals fur or something.
i think my all time favourite sweaters are the huge ginourmous value village ones that you find hidden in the very back of the men’s section. You know the ones next to all the bermuda shirts… right between the vests and the second hand lingerie. It never matters how big the are they always provide a big hug!
Socks. Why do people wear wool socks? Wouldn’t it be itchy? Like when your feet sweat–cuz all feet sweet so ichiness is bound to happen. So, why wear wool socks?
wool is never clean, wool is grey, wool makes my nose itch. wool is wool is wool, is wool. my mother is allergic, my father rubs it on his face. i think it’s itchy, and sometimes it catches hair and it disgusts me. wool is strange, definitely, a weird fiber.
this is something that i need a lot of right now on minecraft. i’ve used it to make both a biplane and a hot airballoon so far in the game, and my next plan is to build a giant blimp with it. you get it from sheep, but i can never seem to find any when i need to. it’s really annoying. you can get wool in lots of different colors by using various dyes and such, but right now i just need plain white wool. that’s all i ask.
I like wool. Sheep. Wool. Cuddly. Blankets. Warm on cold nights, wrapped around you. But itchy, very itchy. I suppose that doesn’t matter, though, if it’s warm enough and the night is cold enough and you have a mug of hot chocolate and a good book by your side.
wool is scratchy and stiff and feels uncomfortable and hot unless you get the really good stuff like merino wool. I bought my mom a long underwear set made of the thinnest merino wool. I wouldn’t answer when she asked how much it cost ($200) because she would faint. I must try get along with her better, I am all she has and me her.
The child dropped the ball of wool, he looked pale. Anna got near him as he shrugged furiously. She just ran away and tossed the vial away.
Wool is rather soft against my skin, when I slip it like a sweater, gentle and tender against my skin, over my shoulders and brush away my hair so your lips can lean down and kiss my collarbone, a gesture I’ve come to know and love so well. I listen to the sounds of cars passing by our apartment window and star at the bricks covered in ivory that crawls and creeps up the corners like an infestation that one can never quite bring themselves to remove.
The wool over her eyes was rough and scratchy, and she itched to untie it, if only so every creak of the mat didn’t send her heartrate spiking through the roof. So what if this was a black belt exercise? So what if she should feel honored? None of them knew that she’d been blind and surrounded before, and what had resulted had been far more malicious than a simple sense training exercise. She could still smell his breath.
The wool in the shirt that I am wearing came from a sheep somewhere in the world. That sheep was once kept warm by the same wool that is keeping me warm at the moment. The sheep is now shivering in the cold. That would be the case, but sheep grows more wool in it’s place. That wool will be used to keep someone else warm soon.
She wore a wool sweater that day. An old, stinky yet reliable wool sweater. She loved this sweater. She loved how the threads were so old and about to break at the seams. She adored how it smelled like summer, even during the winter. Too bad this wool sweater was not hers, but of that guy who took her on an endless adventure and just never came back. It’s the last thing she had that belonged to him. She didn’t even remember his name anymore, or his smile, or his voice. But she does remember the way they met, and the way he made her feel. Ecstatic, yet terrified. There’s just something about him, the way he made her feel so fragile, even after she had spent years repeating to herself she was strong and powerful.
there were kids at my old grade school who chose to where wool dress pants as part of the uniform rather than normal cotton ones that i wore. they always looked really hot and uncomfortable but i guess i can’t say. still never tried on wool pants.
that itchy familiar warmth you love and hate like a mother’s worries. the real fabric of our lives. uh no sheep were harmed during this filming. the enddddd. dddd. d.ddddd.dddddddddddd. sixty seconds is forever.
it is from sheep. scratchy yet warm. it is nice to wear in camping or in the winter. popular in the olden days. though people still wear it.
Soft yet harsh, the wool brushed my already agitated skin. I was sick of this island. I was sick of my grandmother. I was sick of the life forced upon me by my ancestors. Most of all, I was sick of this damn wool.
The thing i remember most about wool is that my mother used to love to knit. my favourite item was a red aran jumper she knitted when I was around fourteen. I chose the pattern – she didn’t particularly like it – but I did. That was twenty odd years ago.
I have a very large wool sweater. One day it started talking. Turns out they never detached the wool from the sheep. And the sheep had super powers, so during the course of being part of my magnificent wardrobe, it learned English. Very strange…
She wears her fathers old sweater like battle armor. Every menacing comment directed jarringly her way recedes from her weary head into the seems of that old rag. It reminds her of her fathers snow covered grave and the strength that was lifted from those tombstones that one February afternoon.
somtimes i wana just leave and live somwhere warm and start all over, in the sun, with new people and a new city with exciting things happeneing all around. i wana have a better life than just getting fucked up all the time. that’d be the life, huh?
coats are nice in the winter and give me warmth. I love my wool peacoat that my father gave me its very nice and kept me warm for snowpocalypse. I love wool beanies they are awesome. justin beiber sucks he is a big sheep that is filled with poop
The wool sweater kept her warm during that cold, lonely winter. It also reminded her of him, because it had his scent on it. He was far, far away, and how she missed him.
The itchiness against my skin. Tied to the memories of all of those Christmas’s on the lake. The warmth of the sweater shielding me from the freezing breeze that gave me chills up and down my spine. The wool of the fabric is part of the magic of these simple memories that I remember and spend my days thankful to be alive.
is soft, comforting a sheep socks maybe a blanket
It’s cozy by this fire. I’m stripped of my clothing, as I have just gone outside and my garments became all wet with snow. I feel fragile now. I feel as though the world owns me.
I’m okay with this notion.
I don’t believe in fate, but I don’t want to believe in controlling my own destiny.
I just want my wool sweater to dry, is that so much to ask?
It’s really difficult to pull the wool over a mother’s eyes. As much as we love our children, we also remember all too well the things we tried to get away with as our own mothers showed that they had eyes in the backs of their heads, supersonic hearing, and knew everyone in town.
its hard and itchy and in each rough fiber there is a story. the second hand store where i found the stretched out, worn in, and utterly itchy worn sweater had such character it was impossible for me to put down.
so soft. so warm. there is nothing better than wool socks on a cold day. The scratchy feeling against your skin can be so intimately linked to a memory, and even though the feeling can seem scratchy and uncomfortable, there is a certain comfort in that. Wool.
the warmness that surounds my body when i put on that sweater.
the cozy memories of that time.
didn’t we have fun.
were you not happy then.
i was.
i was warm and content with the thought of you and me.
i put on that sweater only to be brought back to the now bitter memories…
of you and me.
it is itchy. but the good itchy. the one that wraps around you and goes away after a while because it is so close. you get the feeling that something good will come out of this pain. and it does, warmth.
Insular, I preferred you to any fabric.
Red, gray, and black. My favorite wool sweater sits in my closet taunting me. “I”m not fashionable, but I am comfortable. Please wear me to your math test. I’ll provide you with all the answers.” “You Lie.” I say to it, slipping it off the hanger, “But I love you anyway.”
i recently brought a new pair of boots, i was ecstatic when i put it on for the first time and felt the wool lining touch my toes. the comfort level was beyond describable. The wool made my feet extremely warm, which was a nice change from what it was used to.
It’s fuzzy and I like the feel of it. It comes from sheep, right? Baaaaaaaaaaaah. I have a wool blanket. And pajamas. Sheeps wool. Baaaah.
wool is something that surrounds skin of sheep of people and warmth. that is all.
a fierce convulsion shook from limb to core. She wrapped the coat around her more tightly. the vain effort did little to ease the deepening chill. The wooly fabric was insufficient to sheild the sheering wind from slicing through her flesh and settling into her bones.