Quotes About Wool

His flawless skin looked shockingly clean against the oily wool of his jumper.

I held that last gown of plain undyed wool in my hands, feeling like it was a rope I was clinging to, and then in a burst of defiance I left it on my bead, and pulled myself in the green-and-russet gown. I couldn't fasten the buttons in the back, so I took the long veil from the headdress, wound it twice around my waist and made a knot, just barely good enough to keep the whole thing from falling off me, and marched downstairs to the kitchens. I didn't even try to keep myself clean this time.

In 1814 the breeders founded an organization, the title of which was—deep breath—"The Association of Friends, Experts and Supporters of Sheep Breeding for the achievement of a more rapid and more thoroughgoing advancement of this branch of the economy and the manufacturing and commercial aspects of the wool industry that is based upon it." Those who didn't want to lose too much oxygen uttering the full name simply called it the Sheep Breeders' Society.

I like my shirts. - It's plaid. - There are no rules for shirts. Plaid is good. - Plaid is bad. Although, if you went with a Scottish plaid in wool, it might be okay. - I'm not dressing like some damned highlander, Mercedes. - And the lumberjack look is okay? - You don't like my shirt?

He looks very authoritative—even more so now in his uniform of brass buttons and blue wool—but authority and reason are two different things.

the fine stitching and well-carded wool of his supposedly unobtrusive cloak making him stand out like blood on a wedding dress.

Beneath the dragonglass was an old warhorn, made from an aurochs' horn and banded in bronze. Jon shook the dirt from inside it, and a stream of arrowheads fell out. He let them fall, and pulled up a corner of the cloth the weapons had been wrapped in, rubbing it between his fingers. Good wool, thick, a double weave, damp but not rotted. It could not have been long in the ground. And it was dark. He seized a handful and pulled it close to the torch. Not dark. Black.

the bobbin of wool would rise and fall, twisting like a top, her fingers busy unravelling and plucking, and her drooping mouth with its hedge of broken and discoloured teeth wide open as she sang, loudly and harshly, but with great vigour. It was from Agathi that I learned some of the most beautiful and haunting of the peasant songs.

I don't do farm animals. Can't stand hay in your leathers? Or wool in my teeth.

In 1666, an Act designed to promote the wool industry came into force, insisting that everyone should be buried in a woollen shroud. Other fibres, such as silk or linen, were banned.

The city of Florence stood in the centre of the squalls and sun-shafts of late medieval Italy. Nurtured on the wool of its beautiful Apennine contado, it grew in the thirteenth century into a thriving community of perhaps 100,000 turbulent souls. Its gold coin, the florin, became standard currency far beyond Italy.

She pretended his eyes weren't scouring her up and down, steel wool scraping her skin raw. Her

Jabbo and Bungalow came in out of the weather in a bathless reek of cold wool and splo whiskey.

And a realization for Skinner, she still has his scarf, inside her mountaineering jacket, red wool at her neck. Some meaning there related to the kiss, but in a code he cannot unscramble. A tether is what it feels like, his scarf around her neck, preventing either of them from falling off the mountain alone.

skate across the icy sea of oilcloth between me and the bookcase. I kneel up in bed and put on Rob's coat. Its thick, stiff wool is becoming supple again from the heat of my body night after night. I put the sleeve to my face and

Cloud war das wolligste Schaf der Herde, und sie füllte sich überall wohl. Wollig und wohlig hingen zusammen.

thick Icelandic wool knit into bulky sweaters. The sweater is called a lopapeysa, and it's a national treasure. Everyone has at least one, from the baggage handlers to

Have any sheep been seen walking out of the Library with seagoing adventurers clinging to their wool?

It was a business that engaged a significant part of the nation; the wool was given to village women to comb and to spin before being sent to the weaver; to this day, an unmarried woman is known as a spinster.

I got off one hundred and sixty-two Ternaux shawls at Orleans. I am sure I don't know what they will do with them, unless they return them to the backs of the sheep.

Water shrinks wool, urgency shrinks time. Shrinkage may be an advantage or the reverse, according to expectation.

the Dyers' Company could trace their skills back to the ancient British liking for donning warpaint. 'The secret of dyeing wools and woollen goods was familiar to those who pursued that craft, as it was little more than an evolution from the British custom of staining the person with woad or some other pigment', according to a nineteenth-century history of the Dyers' Company.

Tapicers were primarily makers of tapestries, which had to be of regulation size – either 4 ells long by 2 ells wide, or 3 ells by one and a half ells, an ell being about 45 inches. They also produced 'bankers' – cushions to pad those hard medieval benches – and chalon, a thick fabric much used for blankets and coverlets. Tapicers, like weavers, were bound to use only 'good wool of England and of Spain', and never to blend the two together.

hid a smile at the mention of wool waulking. Alone among the Highland farms, I was sure, the women of Lallybroch waulked their wool not only to the old traditional chants but also to the rhythms of Molière and Piron.