I thought of this today as I was in the sewing room...
an oldie that still makes me chuckle:
A city lady and her traveling companion
were riding the train through the countryside
when she noticed some sheep.
"What a nice bunch of sheep!" she remarked.
"Not a bunch, herd", her friend replied.
"Heard of what?"
"Herd of sheep."
"Of course I've heard of sheep."
"No, a sheep herd."
"What do I care what a sheep heard.
I have no secrets to keep from a sheep!"
So back to the culling of the herd -Culling the herd is a farm girl reference
to thinning the number of the animals in a herd.
Or in the case of this quilting, farm gal -
culling my Wooly Stash Animal.aka: 'downsizing of the wool stash' ,
to help make my sewing room easier to access.
All of this started when I saw that a friend
posted on facebook that she was looking for a place to find
I have wool scraps.
Bushels (yes plural) of wooly scraps.
Though this friend lives in another country,
I decided that I could surely help her out.
I piled, cut, folded,
squished, packed, and shipped.
Boy do I feel better.
I've culled the wooly herd!
(I know she reads my blog, but I'm sure she'll love this when it arrives in a few weeks time.)