I do not play the piano, much to my own chagrin. I have always desperately wished I did. I was always a little jealous of the kids who complained about the lessons. I have always sworn that my poor children would be forced to play for their own good and that someday I would learn just because it will make me happy. I love the sound and timbre of a piano. It has always made my heart feel warm and comfy. I have been half-heartedly keeping my eyes open for a piano that I would love that wouldn't break the budget, I am a beginner after all. Trolling around on Craigs' List last week I found what I was looking for, an antique piano in need of a little TLC for a ridiculously low price. I took one of my piano-playing friends to check it out. I fell in love immediately. I love the scroll work, the old fashioned sensibility, the history of this 100-year-old piano. It's a little out of tune but that is easily remedied, it could really use a new finish which might be a little trickier but I love it. I know Ty thinks I am hilarious for loving a piano he refers to as "a little shabby" it's just that every time I look at it I only see what it will be and it will be spectacular, someday. And today it will be the instrument on which I finally fulfill a lifelong dream which is pretty magical all by itself.
*Special thanks to George, Jake and Eric who helped Tymon move possibly the heaviest piano ever made, we owe you guys big time.