Olde Salem Sturbridge Workshop

 A gusty wind howls as it hurls wet leaves of yellow & orange against our window panes.  The sun peeks through low dark clouds and glistens off the frosty landscape and mingles with billowing smoke from our chimneys.  Autumn has arrived!!!  Greetings my friends.  Twas a mere 34* here in Vermont this morning as I stepped out on to the porch with my morning coffee cloaked in my thick woolen socks & cozy sweater.  It was wonderful.  Presently, a fire burns in the woodstove and James Taylor plays on Pandora while the little man (our sweet Kurt Evan) and Oliver James snooze contentedly nearby.  I wanted to pop in while the "boys" sleep and share photo's of our first Autumn workshop of 2018.  

What an absolutely enjoyable time we all had.  This workshop was my first weekend workshop and  Stephanie and I couldn't have asked for a nicer group of ladies to join us.   Oh goodness, we had a wonderful time.  We punched, stitched, laughed, ate and reminisced.  Twas perfect!

Everyone's "Olde Salems" were absolutely adorable and the ladies were oh so pleased with them which just made my year.   It's funny how each one had it's own personality even though they were made from the same pattern. I love when that happens..it always amazes me.

I'm in the process of adapting the pattern (and making a few changes that I think will make him even cuter!!) to be released soon.  I will also have a limited number of complete kits for these fellows!!!

Okay..I can hear the little man stirring so I must run.  :)

Until next time ~ wishing you joy, Doreen

~OCTOBER~

O hushed October morning mild,

Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;

Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,

Should waste them all.

The crows above the forest call;

Tomorrow they may form and go.

O hushed October morning mild,

Begin the hours of this day slow.

Make the day seem to us less brief.

Hearts not averse to being beguiled,

Beguile us in the way you know.

Release one leaf at break of day;

At noon release another leaf;

One from our trees, one far away.

Retard the sun with gentle mist;

Enchant the land with amethyst.

Slow, slow!

For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,

Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,

Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—

For the grapes’ sake along the wall.  Robert Frost

**IS CASE YOU'RE WONDERING....This is Esmeralda Frostbottom….she's coming soon :)

Until next time, Wishing you a joy filled and wonderful first day of October ~ Doreen