Preeetttty.
This would look so beautiful across the top of my piano. The piano itself is a little spinet our family got second hand, its last place of residence being a jazz dive called “The Jungle Club” 40 years ago. My parents were friends with the owner, who lived across the street from us. They were a great couple of beatniks.
I was showing my husband how to take apart a piano about ten years ago, and opened up the bottom. There was a dessicated joint held between the strings, all eaten except for the paper. I guess it had been left there by someone who wanted a secret stash, but then forgot about it. Darned short-term memory loss. I assume it was from the club and not from my dad – at least, that’s what I choose to believe. There are cigarette burns on the top. There’s an oddly mildewed patch on the lower left. I don’t care, it’s the piano I had when I as a kid, and maybe the F sharp sticks a little, but it got me through practicing for competitions in high school, and I love it.
One day, maybe I’ll have time to make something to grace the top.
Oh wow .. that is so beautiful and delicate.
I too have an old piano that I love. Unfortunately in its last move the soundboard got a crack in it. So it is stuck forever at my mothers house. One more move will be its death. The keys stick a bit from humidity and age, but I love sitting down at it when I go home and running my fingers over the yellowed keys. They hold so many memories.
Rub an extra bit of lemon oil on your ol darling for me next time your dusting eh? ::grins::
Oh wow .. that is so beautiful and delicate.
I too have an old piano that I love. Unfortunately in its last move the soundboard got a crack in it. So it is stuck forever at my mothers house. One more move will be its death. The keys stick a bit from humidity and age, but I love sitting down at it when I go home and running my fingers over the yellowed keys. They hold so many memories.
Rub an extra bit of lemon oil on your ol darling for me next time your dusting eh? ::grins::