Before I moved to Sweden (before my life was completely transformed by the wonderfulness that is Björn) I bought bedsheets every so often whenever the old ones seemed a little, well, old
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If, God forbid, some of those old sheets would rip apart when you fold them, you could make improvised wool balls out of the shreds. That way you would still keep the memories of your ancestors and get a whole lot of nice balls to .. err, well perhaps Hanna the cat would claim some of them. :-P
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