As we started building our new house (I can't believe it was a year ago already), I always knew my intended purpose for the sitting room. It was my piano room. It didn't matter to me that I had never played the piano. I wasn't even concerned that we didn't have a piano. I had a piano room.
Skip forward a year, and past a very generous housewarming/birthday/christmas/
every-gift-I'll-ever-get-again-from-my-mom and there sits proudly a beautiful baby grand piano. That I don't know how to play. My husband assumed that I could, at the least, read music. Why would I be able to read music? I can't. But he has this vision of coming home after work and having a glass of cognac or some other foofy drink and sitting down on the pink chairs and listening to me play the piano (actually, I kind of have the same vision). It's all very Donna Reed. So today, I start lessons. I'm off to see the piano man. And, BY GOODNESS, there will be music!
1 comments:
Good for you! How fun. Your husband has the right idea. At Christmas, my family sits around the living room, and I play Carole of the Bells (the only song I know by heart). It's so very warm and fuzzy. :)
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