I am pretty sure that a guitar is maybe my best purchase I have ever made. This includes the recent maternity unitard that actually isn't a maternity unitard that I acquired from Lululemon. And this also includes the shirt I just bought at a thrift store that was so perfect for my Halloween costume that I decided to overlook the fact that it is a maternity XL, pretty much the largest women's shirt I could find, and will simply jerry-rig it to make it work, Tim Gun style.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
But the shoes to go with it.
They might not be able to be made to work, sorry to say.
They are a little too tight in the toes and I am just past the point in my career of being a woman where I want to sacrifice foot comfort for vanity. Even costume vanity.
Good thing they were $3.99.
But back to the guitar.
Bear in mind that I am not a guitarist. Not really. I am a pianist who bought a guitar seven or so weeks ago so I could write in my room.
Or in a stairwell.
But I wouldn't mind being a guitarist at some point. It's a beautiful instrument with all those hard curves and the strings and the sound of them sliding between chord changes.
Anyway, this is a song I recently wrote...I don't have a title yet, and it's probably still a work in progress, but here you go anyway. Oh, and (spoiler alert!) I especially like the part at the end when the security guard walks through...