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Spinning Wool Quotes By Anonymous

Farmers scrape a living out of that cold earth, planting on sheltered slopes facing south, combing the yama for fleece, carding and spinning and weaving the prime wool, selling pelts to the carpet-factories. — Anonymous

Spinning Wool Quotes By Elizabeth Wayland Barber

Greek loom weight showing an owl spinning wool. The — Elizabeth Wayland Barber

Spinning Wool Quotes By Eliza Lynn Linton

What kind of work would be done if Hercules took to spinning wool in safe places, while Omphales turned out to do battle with monsters in his stead? What kind of men should we have as the result of the exchange? — Eliza Lynn Linton

Spinning Wool Quotes By Patti Smith

The genesis of my coat, made from fine wool, spinning backwards through the looms, onto the body of a lamb, a black sheep a bit apart from the flock, grazing on the side of a hill. A lamb opening its eyes to the clouds that resemble for a moment the woolly backs of his own kind. — Patti Smith

Spinning Wool Quotes By Rachel Bauer

We try to live mindfully, being reverent in every aspect of our lives. We try to live like every minute is worship. Whether I'm spinning wool into yarn, or whether I'm selling cheese, the idea is to do it for God's glory rather than my own. — Rachel Bauer

Spinning Wool Quotes By Kathleen Kent

When I closed the door Grandmother was already seated at her spinning wheel. Her foot was on the treadle but her eyes were thoughtfully on me. The spinner was beautifully carved of dark oak with leaves twining their way round and round the outer rim. It must have been very old, as the designs were too fanciful to have been made i the new England. She called to me and asked me if I could spin. I told her yes, well enough, but that I could sew better, which was a statement only half true. A camp surgeon would have a better hand with a cleaver to a limb than I with a needle on the cloth. She spun the wool through knotted fingers glistening with sheep's oil and wrapped the threads neatly around the bobbin. Gently probing, she teased out the story of our days in Billerica just as she teased out the fine thread from the mix and jumble of the coarse wool in her hands. — Kathleen Kent