Answer:
I am filled with garb the price is free. Just return what you don't need.
cloud is my mother wind is my father.
I produce wool and spit a lot
I am owned by every man though my length differs. Their wives uses me after getting married.
I am a pretty one, fluttering in the pale blue sky. Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing. What am I?
It can be cracked, It can be made, It can be told, it can be played. What is it?