I found a little piano at a yard sale. The older woman that was having the yard sale had neatly organized tables of 1990’s whatnot. Everything was priced too high and all the good stuff from the earlier years of her life was missing. I imagined her to be the waste not-want not type of mother who didn’t allow the slightest clutter. I saw the piano in the corner looking lonely. It was only a couple dollars and the woman looked at me like I was a hoarder and what in the heck would I do with that.
It had names carved in it (her children must have been rebellious because she was controlling with their clutter). The names were Linda, Fred, Dick, Deborah and Annie. Do you know them?
I took it home and sanded it down and did what I normally do when I’m not sure what to do. I painted it red and brought it in the house.
The nice thing about blogging is that it looks innocent nestled in the playroom.
The reality is that people with smallish hands walk by and plink plunk a little too hard. Like it is a wind chime in the farm store just begging for someone to crash the chime parts like a hurricane wind.
Have a happy Monday!