I remember walking on the sheep fleece in the bathtub to wash it before it was used as batting in a quilt. My father sheered the sheep. Grandma Arnold made the quilts. She also spun the fleece into yarn and knitted sweaters. And I was lucky that she lived across the street from us. I was the only one that did not get a Grandma Arnold quilt before she died. Ahh the curse of the middle child.