I don’t know how to play the piano. I don’t think anyone in my family does (though I could be mistaken. I have a lot of cousins). Nick’s family, however, is chock full of musical prodigies and the ‘ol hubsters himself can carry a tune pretty well (though you’re about as likely to hear him sing as you are to see him naked). My hope is that Jack will grow up to have at least a basic understanding and appreciation of music. And someday, I’d love to get a piano.
I’ve seen lots of pianos on Pinterest and various blogs painted fun colors, but I think I’d leave ours au naturel. There’s something so classic about the rich, dark wood.
I know exactly where I’d put it. The sofa in our dining room is awkwardly low and rarely used. I’d replace it in a heartbeat.
I see pianos listed for free or very cheap on craigslist all the time, but the kicker is finding a way to move it! I hear these things are heavy. I’m in no hurry so I figure one day the stars will align and I’ll have a piano available and a method of transport. Until then I’ll just be dreaming of teaching myself to play with an iPhone app!