I have something that I call the Terrible Package Sender gene.  (It only affects packages to friends and families.  Customer packages are generally OK, except when the Blonde gene kicks in and I do something stupid, like pile things on top of a customer order.  But that’s only happened once. )

Hopefully, by now, my friends and family have realized it is nothing personal. It’s not that I don’t like them, it’s just that I can start gathering up stuff for a package and it’ll be 2 years later and the stuff is still sitting there before I decide that I probably ought to finally send the package.  You know, before the t-shirts for my niece and nephew no longer fit.

(Well, the t-shirts haven’t been sitting there that long, but some of the other stuff has been).

Or I’ll start making a quilt for a new nephew and I’ll get it almost all the way done, and then I’ll let it sit, waiting for a label for months. Because you know that label is going to take all of 20 minutes, and I just can’t find 20 minutes anywhere. (<—that’s a joke.)

Well, last week I decided it was time to try to overcome my genetics, and not use them as an excuse anymore.  I got in gear and made a quilt for my new niece-to-be, made labels for both the new quilt and the old quilt that’s been waiting, plus pillowcases, and made a promise to myself that everything would be in the mail TODAY.

Go me.

David and Stefanie?  There was so much, I ended up needing to use 2 boxes.  They’ll go to the post office this afternoon.