Why I'm not a quilter

Last night, I spent the evening with a good friend. She's an incredible quilter and seamstress, so she was excited when I told her I was "working" on a quilt (meaning I started it a year ago, got stuck, and haven't touched it since). We spent the evening sewing my quilt, and it's really close to being done. I got bored with some of the things, and I started dilly-dallying, so she took over and helped me do most of it.

Here's why quilting isn't in my heart:

It's precise.

When I do projects, I like to slop stuff around. I like to just start something and see where it goes. I like to figure things out as I go, which sometimes leads to a totally different finished product than I anticipated. 

You can't be that way with quilting. It takes patterns and measurements and precision. I'm not a straight shot on the sewing machine. Everything I do is squiggly. Never give me a gun. The bullet might end up somewhere unfortunate. 

So I considered dumping this project all-together. Stopping in the middle. I decided against it. I'll finish the quilt, but I'll never start another one. I'll be really proud of myself for finishing something that turned out to be hard, plus it will be nice to have the blanket on one of my kids' beds be something I made.