Some say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. And, of course, the common belief is diamonds are a girl's best friend. But here's the key(s) to my heart. I'll give you some clues--it's very large, crafted of wood, and it has eighty-eight black-and-white keys. Yep. On Wednesday, after MANY YEARS of craving a piano, we bought one! I am so excited and exultant about it that I am even posting my first ever PICTURE into a blogpost! Here it is--a real beauty, one of a kind.
It's nearly a hundred years old (doesn't look a day over ninety, right?!) but it's been totally refurbished on the outside with some inside work done too. It has a sweet, rich sound and the keys are free and not heavy. It is PERFECT! I am whole again.
I've been playing piano since I'm five and I've come to realize it is a soul thing for me. Not a luxury but a need. I use piano to process, to thinktank, to muse, and to work out negative emotions. Nothing like one of those key-pounding stacatto pieces where you get to really take out your anger! :-)
I am so grateful to have the gift of music in my life. Come over--I'll play you something!