Muduh, I'm sorry you can't sew anymore.
I'm a sewer (why does that look like something a plumber would do ), too, who was taught by my mom, and Gut, my parents had the same rule: as long as I made my own clothes, they'd buy the fabric. Another rule added to it, was I had to finish one project before I could start the next. In hindsight I think that was a smart move on their part, as I tend to finish things before I run off to the next. I don't make clothes anymore for the same reasons mentioned above. I used to make Little Rose dresses, with matching dresses for her beloved Cabbage Patch doll, but damn, she grew up. I've made the cornices, pillows and awnings in these pictures, and Mr. Rose and I have reupholstered the furniture, too. Needless to say, I love sewing. Alas, I helped my daughter make some pj's once, and she absolutely hated sewing, so that was that.
Here's a quilt I made for our daughter of her old soccer shirts -- she took it to college with her.
I hope this post doesn't come across like I'm bragging, because I'm not...really. I'm just an enthusiastic sewer (there's that word again. )