Before, a sad empty living room corner.
And the movers bringing in what they lovingly referred to as "the heaviest piano ever." I joke.
I found this beauty on Craigslist for next to nothing. She was worse for wear when I found her, but nothing some green paint couldn't fix.
Even though there was no doubt I'd be painting the piano, this decision was solidified once we got her in the space. This finish just didn't do her justice. #lifeistooshortforabrownpiano
I think this is really a lesson in living with what you love. By no means am I a technical player, so for us painting the piano wasn't terrible from a sound / quality standpoint (I'm sure some of you serious musicians out there cringe at the sight of our painted instrument). But we really love it. This little corner of our house brings me such joy now, whether the piano is being played or just sitting silent. And I'm such a proponent for a happy home! So I say if you want to paint you piano (or do malachite walls or paint your ceiling blue or layer a rug on a rug on a rug) do it! You won't regret it, I promise.