I Love It More Than My Luggage
Granted, I don't really have "luggage" in the classic sense, but really, I do love it more than my trusty rollaboard. What is "it"? Why...my new guitar, of course.
Bean has a respite care worker (well, I guess I'm the one getting the respite, but, quibbles) who comes on Thursday afternoons, so Peebs and I cruised down to Gryphon Strings in Palo Alto to check out their funky little stylings, and I will freely admit here that after I briefly explained to the shopguy what I was looking for and for about how much, I fell in love with the first one I played. Now, lest anyone roll their eyes at my capriciousness, I did ask to try one or two more, but you know, when you know, you know. You know?
I was in and out of there in under 20 minutes. Is that weird? It felt a bit weird, but then I came home and had music time with the girls and I think I may have kissed the guitar, but I'm not going to admit that anywhere public. Is it the most expensive, crazy ass axe out there? Nope. Is it a great mid-range model? Yep. Does it sound good to me, and does it feel good in my hands? Yep and yep. I can play barred chords. Easily. Um...what?
A friend did ask if it came with a patchouli essence pack. I had to admit I would be providing that and the tie dyed strap myself. Hippie mama ahoy!
Here she is. I loves her.
by at June 07, 2007 8:18 PM
I'm waiting for an invite to your first concert. I will dig a tie-dye shirt out of my closet so I can be appropriately attired.
Posted by: Julie on June 8, 2007 9:40 AM