Spin me from fleece or pull me from a ball, I can measure a garden, a quilt, or a hall. In a fable I’m woven by gossiping queens, Or pulled from a sweater that’s coming apart at the seams.

Sounds come out of the kitchen, what could it be? It stirs your mind and you really want to see. Can't believe your eyes when Seu P. and mister T, getting cozy, close, they're comfy and cuddly.

I have no weight worth measuring, yet I can brighten everything around me.

I come with a twin, not identical, but mirrored. We shield twin arches, without us, each step might bring ouches. My favorite version had a phone, so tread carefully.

Needed to play in a waterless pool, made of people waiting patiently, a request to do something. What am I?