Good To Go

 

So, today's the deadline or the quilts for Ukrainian refugee children. I'd hoped to get twenty-five; here are the ones I've received so far, tied -- with left-over binding strips -- in groups of five. Yup, that's right, there are ten bundles of five each! As I said to Lark, people can be so good.

It took a while this morning to get them all tied up. There are quilts that very young children will love all the way up to some bigger ones, more grown up in their flavor, that teen boys will want. A few of them come in matching tote bags that people from Michelle's guild made with love and care. And all of them are beautiful.

They'll wait on the couch until Sunday when my family will help me haul them out to my sister's car, where they'll join the forty-some that she has collected. I was a little bit breathless when I finished. And then when I took the picture, I said to myself, "Well, we're good to go." 

And then it occurred to me that was something dear Mrs. Goodneedle would say, "Good to Go!"