I must also tell you of another go getter of a woman who has a way with color and fabrics, my friend Cathy.  We met back in April at the Gee's Bend retreat in Alabama.  I was excited about my upcoming workshop with Nancy at Shakerag and told her about it.  Cathy was able to obtain a spot in the workshop and we had a fine reunion.  She is such a kind and giving person, full of energy and fun.  An amazing woman to watch in action.  Check out her blog, livelovelaugh-cathy.blogspot.com to see her progress on composition # 2.
                     Her composition # 1 is equally as beautiful, 
as you can see.
And now it is time for me to fess up.  I was one of the students that didn't complete composition # 2.  In fact, I didn't even get a good start on # 2.  We began by making more striped fabrics following certain criteria.  Thirty fabrics to be precise.  I got a good start with these 3 pieces, since the directions were pretty concise.  
Then, as you can see, I ended up all over the place as far as color.  Totally incoherent, er-ah, non-cohesive.  And if you take the time to count, I didn't even make 30 fabrics.  I was pretty burnt out by fabric # 27 at 1:00 am.  
After staying up way past midnight 3 days in a row, 
fog had set up permanent residence in my brain.  
Commenting to Nancy the next morning, that I didn't yet have all my fabrics completed, she said, "too bad.  We've got to move on."  And that was just fine with me.  What the heck was I going to do with this mess, I wearily asked myself.   
First of all, we cut a strip of varying sizes from each of our made fabrics.  
And from these strips of fabric we had our choices to work with in restructuring a new composition.  
Again, Ms. Cannot Make a Decision, was all over the place.  
I have 3 compositions in one.
Ok, let's divide these into separate compositions.
It was a start.  I won't be boring by showing all the configurations I tried.  Let's just say, that they were really bad.  The harder I tried the worse they got.
And to be honest, I think I must have deleted the pictures of my wall as it appeared on Friday afternoon.  Or maybe I just didn't even take any pictures by then.  I truly do not remember.  I packed everything up, loaded my car.  Had a delicious last meal at Shakerag and headed home.  After recuperating physically and mentally for, oh let's say 25 days, I began again.  
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| compo B, yet to be decided I decided to begin anew with some of these parts. | 
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| compo A | 
I will spare you scrolling through the multiple arrangement pictures.
 Here is where I am today.  
