Someday the neighbors will learn not to hurl wordless death threats at me when trying to practice. If not…well, I’ll need to go to the mountains or anyplace that has a basement/soundproof walls! Haha. Belated happy birthday, my love! You’ve been a good violin to me, and I promise to be good to you, too. ♥
A close friend gave Pietro to me as a gift, and this is our semi-true-to-life story about how he became our baby. You may check it out if you want. ;)
I’m still learning to play him. At the moment, it’s quite impossible to cram more time in my schedule for formal violin lessons (and don’t forget the old dilemma about dibs). But then, there’s always this Plan B: Do-it-Yourself thing, and that’s what I did: self-teaching.
So that's about it. I just thought Pietro deserves a little space here on my blog. :)