At home, I laid out the stack of old, worn molas on the bed, arranging and rearranging them, and finally began to piece them together for a wedding quilt. I tried to clean them with various methods before starting to piece them because they were that guy's rag bag after all, and they were musty and rough. Speckled areas of mold had become permanent and part of the fabric. Most of them had large stains which simply would never release. The truth is, not many people I showed the molas to were as enthusiastic as I was about this idea for my daughter's wedding gift.