culling the herd

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!"

Hee hee.

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 
wool scraps.
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.)