While I do enjoy thrifting, flea markets and the sort, garage sales usually aren't my thing because -- well, to be frank I'm not a morning person.
Last weekend we somehow ended up at a garage sale and on a whim, bought a piano.
Now, while the purchase was definitely a spur-of-the-moment thing, a handful of conversations had taken place about getting one. We knew exactly where we'd put it, etc.
We had been thinking about how to incorporate music in a fun way into our house. All the stars aligned that morning: Papa was with us, the price was right, it's perfect size for our tiny house, the guy selling it had a truck and was uber-willing to bring it over.
I need to get it tuned, but so far I really like having it. I've been fingering out old sonatas that have been lingering in my mind for years.
I put little post-its on the keys so Katie can finger out some tunes.
But I can't seem to play without ending up with sticky notes all over my fingers. I don't want to put actual stickers on the keys, so I may have to brainstorm another solution.
Needless to say the Little Wickies love it.