Months and months after deciding to paint my piano, this is how it sits today.
Still the same. Oh, I bought the paint and lacquer eons ago as well, but it’s all been sitting around waiting.
Waiting for what? Thanks for asking. Waiting for a key. See, the top was locked, and my aunt couldn’t find the key. I called around, since it’s just one of those little ones with a number on it, thinking I could buy a new one. Well, nobody would just sell me a key, since it’s the same kind as those filing cabinet keys. I could be trying to break into my cubicle neighbor’s cabinet at work and steal the cup o soup in her drawer for lunch. I would have to pay a fortune for a locksmith to come to my house, look at the piano and the number on the key and hand me a $2 key.
So, some neighbors were visiting one day and I mentioned this to them. One of them said she had a key ring with tons of little keys and I could try them out and see if one fit. I wasn’t very hopeful, but I tried them out. There were a few key rings, so I picked up the one with only three keys first. I looked at the numbers, and one of them matched! I tried it out and sure enough, the first key I looked at unlocked my piano.
So now, it. is. on. Once I get back from Quilt Market in a few weeks, I am moving it to the garage* and painting it red! Hello cranberry piano.Yeah, red won the color contest.
*Just to clarify… I will not move it to the garage. I will supervise after I bribe all the man-folk in my neighborhood with cookies to come move it.