I am old enough, smart enough, and happy enough with myself to be able to admit that I can not do everything. I am just not able. Sometimes want to can only take you so far; ability and skill are also necessary.
I am not a sew-er. (Sewist?) I am not going to become the next Maggie Whitley. I want to sew, to create beautiful things from pieces of stuff, but I can't. Instead of it being fun and inspiring I am frustrated and swearing loudly inside my head. I can appreciate the talents of others and be much happier.
So I'm quitting sewing.
I have packed up my machine and assorted collected accoutrements and am giving them back to my mama so maybe she can teach my baby sister to sew instead. I feel sort of like that person that adopted a puppy, but is bringing it back to the pound after a month because they don't like dogs as much as they thought they wanted to.
I think I'll keep up the hand quilting. That's something I can do! There's still a lot of crafty projects out there that I haven't even tried yet.