I remember when I was a kid. 16. My daddy had an old table that looked rather bad. I though I would fix it up. By the time I had sanded the ogee curve off of the edge I gave up. I didn't have the skills or the vision. This table was his great grandmothers. He never said a word and didn't offer to kill me. It became mine twenty years later. I was determined to fix it. I took it to a restorer in Houston and paid him 350 dollars to fix it. It's beautiful now. I wish my Dad had lived to see it. Sometimes we don't have the vision or the skills and we don't know it.
Keep trying, maybe someday you'll get there. In the mean time that thing is awful, but it's yours.