Birdseyes, Axes, and Crescent Moons
Posted by Lanea on Wednesday, July 30th, 2008
You thought I forgot all about measuring handsewing, didn’t you? Nope–I’ve been sewing relatively little this year, but the preparations for Celtic summer camp were upon us and Bodwin reminded me that I should keep up with the big tally. I hand-sewed the bindings on a couple of small quilts and have been doing lots of work on hand-finished clothes, so that number will keep climbing over the course of camp.
I have reached a rather frenzied state today–packing and sewing and cleaning and boucing around a bit because . . .
I decided a few months ago that it was downright silly that I don’t have a guitar anymore, so I started doing some research. Then I got one of those silly economic stimulus package checks and decided that the best thing I could do with it would be to support a small business while also spoiling myself. Today, I ordered an absolutely beautiful guitar. I won’t be able to play it until we get home from vacation, but I’m very very very excited. I always wanted a roundback with a pre-amp, back in the day, but wasn’t wild about the depth of the old Ovations or the creepy plastic composites. Yes, I know, the plastic hating is kind of crazy in general, but I bet a lot of the tune-heads in the world are equally squigged out by plastic in acoustic guitars. Well, Hohner went and developed an all-wood roundback that isn’t too deep, has a decent pre-amp, and comes in some really gorgeous figured woods, including Birdseye Maple. As if that wasn’t tempting enough, it’s, well, it’s covered in moons and mother of pearl, and I am a sucker for that stuff. I found one that was a steal, and I just couldn’t wait any longer. It was too much for me, I tell you! I hope I can live up to this baby’s promise. I’ll start lessons when we come home. Sigh. I wonder what her name is? . . .
Filed in Celtic,Music,sewing | 3 responses so far
Yay guitar! That’s a pretty one!
Oooh, pretty. Did you get a chance to play one before you ordered?
Oooh, pretty. Feeling guilty about that guitar I keep stashing deeper and deeper into a corner….