I missed posting three Inchies during the last two weeks of June, and for no good reason.
So, here's to catching up.
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I pulled an article from the January issue of one of my magazines (can't remember which one) years ago because it was a twist on New Year's resolutions, and I thought it was excellent.
I read it from time to time to remind myself to take the advice it contains.
One of the suggestions was to make a list of the people in your life who always make you laugh and be mindful to schedule time with them.
The Inchie for June 22nd represents some of that kind of time.
And, of course it didn't hurt anything that Miss Helping Hands made one of her fabulous coconut cream pies for our dessert.
Laughter and cream pie.
It just doesn't get much better than that.
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Last Sunday I went with Miss Helping Hands, Beeg Seester, her hubby, and Prince Charming to the OKC Museum of Art to see the documentary film "They Came to Play".
The film offers a look into the personal lives and homes of ten of the contestants in the fifth Van Cliburn International Piano Contest for Outstanding Amateurs, and then takes viewers behind the scenes at the competition.
At the museum, we were treated to a live performance by a former contestant who lives in the area.
Her husband, whom she'd met at the first competition, is one of the contestants featured in the film.
I was enthralled by these "ordinary" people with such extraordinary talent, and I thoroughly enjoyed every moment of the film.
When it was over, I asked Prince Charming (who had been sitting with my brudder-in-law a few seats away) if he had liked it as much as I had.
He said he'd fallen asleep.
Note to self: Films at the art museum are for seeing with friends and seesters.
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On June 29th I had the privilege of taking Me Darlin' Mither to catch up with some of her old friends at the center where she used to live.
They were in their sewing room working on a Christmas quilt in this pattern:
I must confess it made my fingers itch to be in a room with that many sewing machines and all those little pieces of fabric just crying to be stitched together.
As lovely as the quilt was, the greater blessing was seeing how genuinely thrilled her old friends, and all of the staff, were to see Me Darlin' Mither.
I am a very blessed girlie to have such a Mither.
Very.
Blessed.