I picked up another UFO to work on last night. I was supposed to be cleaning, and I guess I was cleaning, if you count going through a tote bag as cleaning (and I do--I threw out some receipts), and pulled out PS Autumn Leaves. I must get that done this fall. So, I decided that I had worked enough on the other two UFOs and did a bit of stitching on that one. And ended up frogging what I had put in, because I miscounted. Darn it. Darn it. Darn it. But, in fairness, I haven't been frogging a lot lately, so I guess I was due for an episode of it.
I probably won't be stitching this evening, though--I want to start packing for the beach, so I am not rushing around at the last minute, throwing far too many unnecessary things in my suitcase and forgetting something important, like flannel PJs. I learned my lesson about that last year. SO says he knows how to work the heater in the camper, but I'm still packing those jammies; when you wake up at 2AM, cold, it's hard to get back to sleep.
I also need to finalize what I am stitching for these ornament exchanges. I'm pretty good for my Halloween exchanges, the Christmas one is hard, though. I found a really pretty Sampler Girl freebie from last year, I think. I guess it's OK to use freebies for exchanges, isn't it? It's a simple freebie, just the word Believe, but I think it will look very elegant.
So that's all that's going on here. I'm going to my family reunion on Sunday. My mother called this morning and was worried I have to drive "all that way" by myself--SO wanted to go, but there is too much stuff to do and not enough time to do it. I told her I drive it every year by myself, so I should be fine. The only hard part is when I get to Somerset and then get rather stuck on how to get to where the reunion is. One of these years, I will write it down; it's kinda important to learn since my dad's family cemetary is near there, and I don't want to lose where my grandparents and my great grandmother, Kate, are buried. But I'm looking so forward to the reunion--it's my chance to eat REAL Pennsylvania Gobs, which are sorta like a Devil Dog, but better.
If I don't write tomorrow, have a fantastic Labor Day weekend!