We went up to York for a couple of days last week, and part of the trip was to get a gee-tar for the other half. Where could one find a guitar near York, I hear you ask? Why, at Mouse's Musical Emporium of course!
I was going to take a photo of Mouse playing an ukulele and caption it with "Mouse playing a full sized guitar", but I forgot. Apologies for the lack of amusing photo.
I'd been promised that she was going to sit in the back of the car and play with the guitar all the way back to London, but it didn't happen; I feel strangely disappointed about it. The good news is that, as Mouse had reliably predicted, she picked the guitar she thinks looks better (which also happened to be a better guitar) so she's picking it up more just because she likes the way it looks - win! I've had to order some finger protectors of sorts, it'll take a while for her tiddly fingers to get used to it.
I'm kidding myself that I'm going to learn how to play too - who knows, maybe I do have some remnant of a musical bone in me.
Thank you Mouse! Hope you didn't get too drenched on Saturday.[...Insert Brain Here...] |
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