Because, yesterday, I bought a piano. Do I play the piano? No. Does Husband play the piano? No. Do the kids play piano? No, no, and no. But I've wanted one for a really long time. And there's a big piano store close to our house, that I drive past every day on the way home from work, and they had a banner out that said PIANO SALE in giant red letters.
Well, they had a PIANO SALE banner out last month. But I didn't go to the piano store last month, because that's how I roll. And of course, last month I hadn't decided not to spend any more money for the next three months.
In any case, while we were out and about running errands yesterday, I convinced Husband to stop by the piano store, just to look. I wanted to get an idea of how much pianos cost. And of course they were way expensive. When I told the sales guy I was just looking for a practice piano for the kids to learn on, he took us upstairs to the used piano room. And I found it. The piano of my dreams.
It's an old Conway upright. A really tall clunky upright. It's all banged up and the stain is half worn off the black keys so they're actually sort of green and chunks of the veneer are missing and one leg is crooked and I love it. It's kind of like this one, only the legs aren't as fancy and the varnish has all gone black so you can't see the wood grain at all and I don't think it has the decorative moulding around the top, so maybe it's not like that one at all, except for, you know, it being a piano.
But it has a lovely sound (all the spinet-types sounded plinky to me) and the felts are all new and I get two free tunings (one when it's delivered and another within six months, not that I could ever tell if the thing went out of tune in the first place). And I get points because it was the cheapest piano in the whole store.
Guess I need to learn to play the piano.