My wish list....

So lately I have seen all sorts of blogs by these crafty women(mostly) who are making a living by selling their creations on Etsy and elsewhere. Some of these artisans donate to charity and some provide for their family... regardless of what is done with the income- I am seeing the most treasured, beautiful handcrafted items, everything from quilts and knit toques, to beaded jewelry and ceramic dishes.
Jealousy is my first feeling.... where did everyone get these talents? Did their thirst for sewing come from their Grandma or did they just keep practicing after grade 9 Home Economics? Were they forced into stitching Christmas presents every year as children and the art of elaborate quilt making just stuck with them all these years? I sure wish I was born with this instinctive desire and ability to create something from nothing but a picture in my mind's eye.
The second feeling that comes to mind almost immediately is fear.... no maybe panic. Due to the lack of know-how I am down right fearful of my sewing machine. I want to use it, I really do. It is hiding from me in my basement and I know that it is as scared of me as I am of it. You see, my sewing machine was a great find at a garage sale about 5+ years ago. It was one of those gems that was probably given to a bride on her wedding day about 60 years ago. The lucky bride knew how to sew everything, more that likely, so it was well loved. It was the only sewing machine that she had until one day she decided to treat herslf to a newer deluxe sewing machine. She sold her old one to me, probably wishing better things for her old faithful.... but I had the money( and a car to haul it away). So she let it go.... and it has been in hiding ever since.
Please don't judge me.... I have a deep conscience about sewing. Every Mother is 'suppose' to know how to make a Halloween costume from scratch. I wish I was that Mother. Maybe if I had lived at home longer as a teen, or if I had my own Mother or Grandma to pushed me along the way it would be different. Did I not pay attention to their efforts? Maybe I don't have the time to learn.... no that is a poor excuse.
I just don't know what to say. One day.... one day.

Happy holidays to every woman who knows how to sew... you are my inspiration ( I say that with my teeth clenched)! ;<)

Sherri