Well, I took your advice and did it.
I painted my piano white.
I wish I could show you some gorgeous photos of it,
but between a junky camera and horrible lighting,
these will have to do.
Sadly, my family must have little faith in my abilities,
because when my 18-year-old-too-big-for-his-britches-middle-son
saw me with my paint brush in hand, he freaked out.
"What the heck are you doing?", he said.
"Painting the piano white.", I replied.
"You're going to ruin it!", he said.
At this point, I had some little glimmer of hope that he
actually cared about old antiques and was afraid
I was detracting from its original look by painting it.
"If you ruin it, we're going to have to
carry that thing back out of here!", he said.
(My Christmas shopping list just got shorter.)
I let him know that I had 30-some people
who told me they thought it was a great idea and I was
just taking their advice (hoping he'd realize that
at least 30-some other people actually have
the same taste that I do in some things...
he thinks I'm the sole nutcase.)
FAMILY...always there to show they have faith in you.
but I guess he was relieved when he didn't hear me
say I hated how it looked, and he'd need to
rent a tow truck to pull it out of our living room.
I had to point it out to them.
Then, I got a few, "Oh yeah,...that looks nice." responses.
There's no place like HOME, is there?
My poor, pitiful little manger scene,
with its broken roof and crumbling moss,
has been battered by time and was cheap to begin with,
but Christ's original birthplace wasn't too fancy either.