Freedom

Freedom from piano songs. Freedom from worrying about not messing up. Freedom from not remembering if its E or A. Freedom from recital woes. It is the most free feeling ever.

To be finished with your recital!

To be honest, I didn't do half bad. At this point, I could have fine piano behavior and not say anything, but I'm going rouge. Before the recital, Miss Erica gave me a little lecture about post recital behavior. No beating yourself up. No counting your mistakes. No talking about how bad you did. On and on until talking about the recital was really not an option at all.

So I could just tell you that the food was good and I had eggnog and leave it at that.

But of course I wont. I was actually quite pleased with how I did. I didn't play perfectly, of course, but I didn't fumble to bad. I didn't pause long enough, but I didn't pause to long.

It was good.

Especially the eggnog.

Here I am giving dad my "I'm nervous/I don't want to do this/Its and E not an A" look.

And here are Emily and I after, oh so relieved! (Or at least I was anyway.)Oh, and you love my tights right?

So that's the recital. Done did. It was good. But the eggnog was better.

Pretty Paper Bows

I have not really posted on bows, which is funny because I love them. So for this weeks idea, I give you this....
(I know the punks will be overjoyed with this handcrafted bow.)

I am not doing a tutorial, because they are very simple and you can figure them out just from looking at the pictures.

And yes, I know I am a day early. But I have my 1st piano recital tomorrow, so I know I'll be way to jittery to give you a decent post. And saying I'm nervous is a total understatement. Doing anything in front of people scares me - a lot.

Talking about the recital makes me want to go practice, so goodbye for now.

61 to go

I am so ready for Christmas. I am ready for Sirius Holiday Music. I am ready for Paul McCartney and the Wings. I am ready for shopping and giving and eating cookies and wrapping gifts and opening gifts and all that wonderful, lovely, once a year jazz. There is just something fantastic about Christmas.

I got my Christmas piano music. I got silver bells!!! Silver Bells is possibly one of the greatest Christmas songs ever written. Why? I have no idea. I love to sing Silver Bells during the year. Dad and I always sing it on road trips. I distinctly remember driving through Nevada on our way to Vegas and singing Silver Bells. And that was in July. So basically we are strange. And I got Rudolph the red nose reindeer, which is immensely cool because I know it in French! I love Christmas. I love French. It doesn't get much better than that.