Daily Notes- May 29

Question.  Does the bottom fabric work as sashing for the blocks and other border?  The interior blocks are all four by fours of fabrics that are similar in tone/pattern to the two fabrics in the top row.  The middle row is the sashing around each set of four blocks (chosen by the original maker before her death).  I used fabrics that were in a pile on the table where she had been working on this quilt.  Fat quarters. So nothing much extra to do borders.  She had another green for the outer border (bottom on screen) but it didn't have any beige or red in it --just shades and patterns of green.  I still have it and if you need to see it (comments) then I will make a photo to show here.  The quilt shop owner and I were trying for "continuity"-- a re-statement of the red flowers.  But perhaps too matchy-matchy as some quilt critics say.

Anyway--I am wondering about the border.  This is why this quilt never gets sewn together.  The blocks themselves with that first fabric all around look quite sweet.  I also sampled a floral fabric--I have a full bolt of it-- to see if it worked.  I can take a picture for you to see.  Later.  The light in the house today is dreary.

The news channels are in overload.  The night time big names are doing the afternoon shows.  Mueller has spoken.  Finally.

I finished my crime fiction book.  They did manage to pull one victim out of the freezer-sort of alive.  Another wasn't buried alive.  Gruesome.  The Danish cop quit the police and invited a computer hacker to work with her--in the next book.

I went to the library and couldn't find anything of interest until I found a book with Paris in the title and the blurb mentioned "three amateurs" trying to solve a crime.  Hooked.  The Universe does provide.

G has gone to the movies to see John Wick.  I am staying home with Riley.  We had planned to see the movie together.  But we didn't want to take a chance of coming home to find destruction.  We have come home in the past (when Riley was very young) to the entire floor of the living covered in pages chewed out of a library book.  And once he chewed his bed into tiny shreds.  In just a few hours of steady effort.  He's sitting on his dog bed, next to me, watching me.  No sudden moves. Ha.
With the doggie dementia we have no idea how he will react to being here alone.  Before this--he would just sleep.  But nothing is as it once was.