I walked into my parents house last Saturday and there on the refectory table was this beautiful tableau of heaps of rug wool and a primula plants in a basket.  I felt like I had walked into a photoshoot for Good Housekeeping or Country Living.  It made me slightly uncomfortable.  As if Martha Stewart had sneaked in.  (I like her style, but it's a different world and doesn't translate into my family.  Our style of interior decorating is more along the lines of Albert and Harold Steptoe).

The rug wool would felt beautifully.