One of my resolutions this year is to relax more. I'm not good about doing that since like everyone, I usually have a bazillion things on my plate at any given time. One of the things that calms me the most is to play my piano, yet I haven't played for several months now. This is my childhood piano—the one that my sister and I learned to play on when I was 8. It has a poignant story behind it. It formerly belonged to a young girl who died in a car accident. My mom bought it from her mother when she was ready to let it go.
When my husband and I moved into our first house 15 years ago, my mom and dad brought the piano to come live with me. It has a special place in my heart and brings back fond memories of taking lessons with my sister. I collect vintage toy pianos, and the small one you see on top of the piano is one such example by Schoenhut. The framed picture above the piano is a painting on wood I found in a consignment store several years ago. We already had the old frame, and the painting fit it perfectly. It all makes for a very serene spot for piano playing, which I am doing today! Thank you, Merry, for encouraging me to take time to enjoy these simple pleasures in my life.