About a year ago, my grandmother gave us her sixty-year-old spinet piano. Our kids are at the perfect age to start taking lessons and with her gracious gift, it will make practicing all the more manageable. This very piano is the instrument I practiced on when I was about my daughter’s age. Unfortunately, it didn’t really stick. My teacher was older than dirt and once she started in with the church hymn, I lost complete interest. Bless her sweet old lady heart, she tried. The nail in the coffin was my piano recital which was held in the living room of her house, crowded with what felt like hundreds of people and bright white lights glaring down on my nervous sweat beads. I choked, forgot the notes, and the disappointed look on my mother’s faces along with the amused faces of other parents kept me from ever taking another lesson. It was a bummer really. My gran always took me to my lessons and surprised me with a candy bar when she picked me up. I cherished those moments in the car with her enjoying a Snickers or Mr. Goodbar.
It’s a beautiful piece the whole family has enjoyed since it’s arrival. However, it doesn’t really go with our style of things. If I had it my way, I’d paint the whole thing black. But painting a piano is terrifying so instead I opted for a smaller, easier update. The fabric on the bench has been there since I was a little girl. I remember when Gran made curtains, throw pillows, and covered a little toy chest couch in that same fabric. I think the Wallpaper in the entry hall matched as well (and all is still there today some 20+ years later). It’s very country and VERY 80’s. Sorry, Gran. I found the perfect fabric at Joanne’s to help tie things together. Isn’t it gorgeous!?
And the big reveal…
Gorgeous! Sorry, Gran. I know it’s not your taste or style but it fits in much better around these parts. Thanks for helping to bring music in to our lives daily. Love you!