I remember combing wool that had come from other quilts. We combed until it was fluffy as clouds. Then the wool and bolts of fabric (one was a beautiful plaid of blue and pink and the other was solid maroon) were delivered to a group of sisters who would make two quilts. Those were the most beautiful quilts I had ever seen -- especially the plaid. they were whole cloth quilts with beautiful hand quilting designs and scalloped edges. Those quilts were on our beds for years and years. I have no idea where they are today.