Rip City

Aside from their subtle mottling, not one single fabric had a pattern. But since this quilt was intended to be a modern design, the solid colors had a chance of working out--as long as it was the right motif. 

In order to give interest, I decided to let the class rip that fabric into long, skinny shreds. Since the urge to destroy is typically suppressed, there was a slight pause from the students when they first heard my directive. But shoulders relaxed the more they tore into that fabric. And by the end of my visit, as one kid yanked and ripped, he sang, "Mixing spaghetti, mixing spaghetti!"

And when I returned home, I plopped that big lumpy pile onto my sewing table and stood back to get a better look at the swirls and combinations. 

That kid was right: the quilt was a blob of limp, soggy noodles. 

Oh my goodness, what had I done?