Monday, April 28, 2014
People have been painting pianos lately, the chalk paint craze making everything significantly easier. I looked at color options, but since I didn't want to drive to Malibu or Glendora for a can of paint, I talked myself into the French Linen I already owned.
Here's the thing about painting anything. I am always very excited to paint. Most of my clothes have bits of paint on them because if I have to change clothes to do something, it's a sport. And I don't sport. So I started painting. I had a smallish, new brush and I just went for it. No sanding or anything, just paint. And as I finished the one tiny side and then set about taping off the keys, I realized I was about to eat an elephant. The project grew ten sizes that moment but I was too deep in to stop. So I kept going. But that moment, where I see the mountain I am about to climb, I have it every time. But it always happens too late for me to turn back.
Here is the before. It's the only pic I have. Hartwell Concerto in Aaaaaahahhahh!
To which he replied, rather incredulously, "YOU CAN'T PAINT PIANO KEYS!"
And then I laughed and said, "You think I am soooo dumb..."
That conversation doesn't quite play out in print as it did in real life. I thought it was hilarious and it's become my favorite thing.
Here's the after, with unpainted keys. Keys that are begging for photoshop.