Stars Caught Up by Accident!!

Loved this week's colors (not too many I don't like, actually)!  The first photo is my "bronze" selections, tho now I think points of the first star are too green!  That fabric is the reverse side of an old primitive print....a case where I like the back better than the front!  The next one is a color combination of light bronze brown, tan/gold that we often see in late 19th century quilts.

I think the golden brown with the green leaves and red berries qualifies as a bronze as well as the darker one beside it.  Why is this font "bold"?  No idea!

 Now for the greenish-brown Manganese.....please excuse the crookedness....working on a different laptop that doesn't have the nice Edit program on it!  

 And another Manganese that seems to also be a Cretonne print, which is this week's fabric less from Barbara Brackman's Stars in a Time Warp!  So, by accident, I am caught up!  

 Fabric arrivals yesterday were the Pre-cuts from Barbara Brackman's "Alice's Scrapbag"..............

Aren't the colors in her bundle scrumptious?!?!?

A few bolts of Margo Krager's "Polychromes" are here but will wait to photograph until after I remove the plastic.  Jo Morton's "Isabella" is due this month also.

Please note that the shop will be closed the week of Sep 23,24,25,26 for a vacation with my granddaughter.  

September/October have always been favorite months ever since I was a child....loved Fall even then!  And I loved going back to the school routine!  Here is another poem-of-the-month that my fifth-grade teacher, Marguerite Fitzsimmons, had us memorize....this was the first.

SEPTEMBER

by: Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885)

The golden-rod is yellow;

The corn is turning brown;

The trees in apple orchards

With fruit are bending down.

The gentian's bluest fringes

Are curling in the sun;

In dusty pods the milkweed

Its hidden silk has spun.

The sedges flaunt their harvest,

In every meadow nook;

And asters by the brook-side

Make asters in the brook.

From dewy lanes at morning

The grapes' sweet odors rise;

At noon the roads all flutter

With yellow butterflies.

By all these lovely tokens

September days are here,

With summer's best of weather,

And autumn's best of cheer.

But none of all this beauty

Which floods the earth and air

Is unto me the secret

Which makes September fair.

'T is a thing which I remember;

To name it thrills me yet:

One day of one September

I never can forget.

Wonder what that "one day of one September was"??