Here's catching up on some of last week's living and Inchies:
Last Wednesday, Miss Helping Hands asked if I would care to go with her to have breakfast at Jimmy's Egg.
She could see how hard I'd been working to get all the sewing and shopping done for Me Darlin' Mither's guest room, and I think she wanted me to have a little bit of relaxing time with her.
Thing is...
...I feel so guilty paying to have someone serve me an egg when my refrigerator is full of lovely, fresh, free eggs from my Chicken-Raisin' Seester's hens.
That's what I told Miss Helping Hands.
And she said, "Well, Mom, then you can just bring your own egg."
I think she really wanted me to go.
We went.
But, I let Jimmy provide the eggs.
And the raisin toast.
If you're local, and you've never had a slice of Jimmy's dark, thick, raisin toast...
I think you should fix that.
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Starting Wednesday off in such a comforting way was just what I needed to keep me going until I sewed the last inch of binding on Mither's coverlet.
I packed up all the pillows...
...cut some blooms from the crepe myrtles for bouquets, and went to drop it all off at Me Mither's.
Although Me Mither is waiting for her own (wood) day bed to be delivered, she was still pretty happy with the look of the room.
I haven't yet gotten a good photograph of the little dresser I refinished, though it turned out nicely and fits well in the room.
But the prints on the wall are what I want to tell you about.
When I started to re-do this room, Me Mither told my Chicken-Raisin' (and estate sale stalking) Seester that if she could choose anything she wanted for the walls, it would be works by Bessie Pease Gutman.
A week later my Seester found these prints (with mats!) in some cheap gold frames at an estate sale.
She found them at an estate sale where every other item she had picked up was overpriced.
These were $2.00 each.
Because God is like that.
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Now, the reason for all the hurry on the guest room project was the arrival of a guest in the form of my only Little Brudder.
He arrived a few hours after we dropped off the bedding.
And the next day we took a little road trip up Highway 81.
We went to lunch at Eischen's Bar.
It's fried chicken at it's best, and, well, it's a uniquely Oklahoma experience.
Again, if you're local and you've never eaten there...
Fix that.
After lunch we went about fifty miles further up the highway to Prairie Quilts.
No.
I cannot go to Prairie Quilts with two men who start yawning before the door has closed behind us.
At one point, during our very brief visit, I turned around to see Prince Charming, probably from sheer desperation, listening attentively to a demonstration and sales pitch for a rather large and expensive embroidery (or was it quilting?) machine.
He was making the best of a bad situation.
I'm going back, and I plan to be there long enough to need a lunch break half way through.
Yep.
I did manage to focus long enough to ask for a yard of fabric that had jacks and marbles on it.
Just because I love jacks and marbles.
I think Baby Girl will have a little playsuit made from it some day.
I also picked a fat quarter of something that seemed to say, "Hi. I'm cheerful. Buy me."
And Me Darlin' Mither bought a pattern for me that looks too sweet for words.
Surely it's not just the paper doll that sold me.