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.