St. Mary: CHURCH PIANO R.I.P.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

CHURCH PIANO R.I.P.

This is what happens to old pianos in my world:

It was in bad shape and I don't even play - but the piano was too beautiful to chop up for firewood - and no one would take it away. HMMM didn't mean to be so poetic . Anyway..........

I had it "gutted" and now it is garden sculpture

The beautiful walnut piano itself will be re-fitted and used to house my CD player and all that jazz in the Salon.

5 comments:

JoyceJune 23, 2009 at 1:02 PM
Now you are talking sister! I love this idea. The fun thing is- it is one of a kind. I love it!!!
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Ronda LaveenJune 23, 2009 at 4:03 PM
I love rusted metal in the garden. I use it a lot. It just goes back into the earth.
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Tess KincaidJune 23, 2009 at 5:26 PM
What a fabulous idea! Both the garden sculpture and the housing of your electronics. Cool. Too cool.
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for the love of a houseJune 23, 2009 at 6:10 PM
OMG! I LOVE this!! It's just so poetic!
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bWikJune 23, 2009 at 6:40 PM
Piano guts are GREAT!
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This is a huge project - your interest in St. Marys keeps me energized and I love hearing from you

The Project

I saved the church and the church saved me. This wonderful renovation project began in August '06 with an attempted act of terrorism. I was to return to So. California from Wisconsin on the day that crazed people with explosives in their shampoo bottles were busted in London and the whole world stood still. I took the option of re-booking my flight a week later and set out to find an interesting place to make my new home. I drove to the country to see a lovely Victorian farmhouse and passed an old church with a simple "For Sale" sign - and the rest is history. Actually, it wasn't all that simple. My offer was accepted in September the same week I was diagnosed with breast cancer. Everyone insisted I cancel the offer....I was too sick - there was too much to do - the job was too big - I had to stay in California - blahblahblah. I told them it would give me something else to think about - a reason to get up every morning - it would save my life.

And it did.