I nearly sent this book back to Booksfree unread. It began like Daphne DuMaurier and then moved into levels of depravity that just seemed unnecessary. But as it continued, the book connected private evil to political and economic issues and I had to stay up past midnight to finish it. If you ever want to read something disturbing, this could be a good choice.

Sunday was not that restful a day. I made cookies to send to #2 daughter at her dorm, soap (Stargazer Lily, Honey, and Jasmine scents), phone calls to my daughters, a foray into finishing up the back-to-school shopping which unfortunately coincided with the demise of my starter —

Never mind. I completed the quilt top I have been working on, that is the main thing. This is the Windblown Shadows variation of the traditional Windblown Square, from The Thimbleberries Book of Quilts by Lynette Jensen. The fabrics include several from the Moda Vienna Nights collection, as well as solids from Seattle Bay and others I cannot identify, but which were collected together by this quilt shop. I used a pieced border as well as a couple of solid borders. I made it a bit smaller than the pattern specified — small enough to serve as a throw for the couch, but large enough to put at the end of the bed as well.  #2 daughter had suggested it for sleepovers, since it is just the right colors for our living room, so it will belong to the sofa bed, though it may end up elsewhere.

It is not by any means finished. The piecing is, to my mind, the part you have to do before you can begin the quilting. And I am having some thoughts of applique on the solid green border.

My husband does not like the randomness of this quilt. He prefers the restfulness and rhythm of a simple color scheme, but I sometimes like the scrappy look. This quilt is faux scrappy and random, of course, since it is made not of scraps at all but of a collection of coordinated fabrics. Some people have to work hard to get an air of randomness, but I really enjoy the process. Choosing the colors and patterns and laying them next to one another is for me a deliciously sensual pleasure, like making good chords. The combined colors caress the eye as the combined notes caress the ear. Never mind that either, as the image begins to be somewhat disgusting if you take it too literally.

Now I must get batting and backing and baste the thing. This is a part which I really do not enjoy at all. If anyone wants to come and do it for me, I will be delighted. No? I thought not.

Once that is done, and the weather cools off sufficiently, I will do the quilting, which is my favorite part. Between now and then, I will plan the quilting, which is my second favorite part.