boo

I had some fun with a little spooky decorating this week.

The piano is coming in handy and even adds to the look with its 'covers' off.

reveal

Here is my Kimball in all his glory. He's obviously missing his "covers" in these photos but it's fun to see the guts. (Wow, that sentence is funny out of context.) You can see we have a lot of work ahead of us, thus the lovely floral "drop cloth."

A peek under Kimball's lid reveals... (we will leave this intact)

Did I mention Kimball didn't come with a bench? Enter improv:

kiesel

I'm at Camp Kiesel with my cubs today. I may not survive the experience. If I don't, I leave my scrapbooking stuff to Allie, my clothes to the needy, and my piggy bank collection to Malan and Jane (I hear they like pigs - see comments). Greg, I leave you all my love and whatever funds you get from hawking my stuff. Kimball, I wish we could have had more time together. I would have changed you from the ugly girl to the hot girl who was actually the ugly girl without her glasses.



Here's hoping no one shoots their eye out!

kimball

Our 1969* Kimball piano made it safely home last night. No pictures yet; our camera batteries were dead. The previous owner had started to strip the finish for an update so we have a big project ahead of us. It needs to be tuned but is still playable and has one key that sticks. Overall, not too shabby.

I thoroughly enjoyed playing it last night although I need to snag more of my old piano books from Mom's stash :)

Thanks Greg, Dad, Bob, and Mom for your help getting my baby home.



*This is my best estimate with the research I've done so far.