At my daughter's house one day a couple months after Christmas I noticed a quilt I had given to her for Christmas was out on the patio table, wadded up waiting to be washed - I guess. I didn't say anything but she said "Oh here's your quilt, Mom" I replied, "No, it's not my quilt, when I give a gift, it's no longer mine."
As my husband says "you're not married to it, you're married to me" So, I have to mentally divorce myself from it, and so far, it does work. I just remind myself, "I'm not married to it."