Seriously

How rad is my piano? I want to make out with it. Braden dragged it in our living room last night and my life is now complete. Until tomorrow, when I remember I want my kitchen painted. Isn't it lovely? Don't you want one too? I know.

We scored this baby for $100 on craigslist, and Braden sanded it down, painted it black, then green, burnished the whole thing, then glazed it with an espresso color, then topcoated it a bunch of times, and now it looks like it's been green for a hundred years. It's actually been around longer than that, it was manufactured in 1890 by Wing & Sons. I wish I knew exactly where it came from, because it looks like it was in a saloon for a few years, it even has an orchestra pedal so when you play it sounds like one of those clangy saloon pianos.

We spent all night learning to play (we cheated by writing the notes on the keys in black marker) and now Colorblind by the Counting Crows, New American Classic by Taking Back Sunday, Watch Me Bleed by Scary Kids Scaring Kids, and Love Story by Taylor Swift can be heard choppily through our home. I've never played an instrument before and it is so fun to learn how to make music. This is the best present I've ever been given, hands down. Oh, I need to learn that song too (by Dashboard Confessional).