Decisions, decisions

I just finished unpacking suitcases from Williamsburg and I'm packing again to go spend the week-end with Baby Girl.  We have a breakfast with the Piedmont Heritage Sampler Guild on Saturday morning, followed by Christmas shopping and a movie.

If I fall over in a heap, it's only because I came back to find that my desk and voice mail had exploded, which resulted in a couple of ten-hour days this week, with more to come next week. The end of the year is always busy and this one is busier than usual. I usually take the week after Christmas off, so I really need to clear the decks  (and my desk top and my voice mailbox) before Christmas, which is (YIKES) two weeks away!

However, this week-end I'm going to go play for a little bit before wading back into work.

Deciding on clothes to take is not an issue. Deciding what project to take is.

Martha Edlin is simply too big--long scroll bars, fairly heavy notebook of instructions, large ring of threads in their floss-away bags.  And she's a little too complicated to work on with lots of talking and laughing going on.

I could take Ann Scutt so I'll have some progress to report on the Scarlet Letter challenge. The next band is all double running and not horribly complicated.

I could take this year's Merry Cox project from Christmas in Williamsburg. I could take last year's project--it isn't finished yet, either.

I could take Merrily, Merrily, the class Barbara Jackson is teaching for Shining Needle. I have not stitched a lick on anything Christmas-y thus far this year and this is doable before Christmas.

I could just load them all in the car and then whatever I feel like doing, I can do.

And you wondered why I came home with seven tote bags from a five-day trip . . .