Hola, Chiquititos!

Have you ever had one of those weeks where, at the end of it, you look back and can't remember anything you did? Except a few quasi-important things? I'm having one right now. I know I did stuff-- I was there when I did it. I know I went to work everyday, and I know I came home afterwards.

Wait, it's coming back.

Over the weekend, I made these:











which came out pretty poorly in the picture, so I put one on and here it is:















I love chilis, but I think I've told you that before.











These were a bitch to make because I kept hanging them wrong-- in order for them to hang correctly, the jump rings and the eyes on each end of the wrapped wire had to be in just the right places. I'm not the most patient person in the world, so these took a few days. Not the wrapping; the hanging. Also, these are too long for me, since I have no neck, so no neck pictures here.









I made these sometime the week before, but forgot to take pictures. I can wear these-- they don't dangle just above my shoulders. In fact, they make what little neck I have look longer!







Here's Daughter#1 showing what they look like being worn. Also, it was really hard to get a picture without that little shaky fist showing up on the LCD screen on the back of the camera, so this way, the earring held still, and the no shaky fist.

She does have a neck.



AND, say hello to my new baby! I finally broke down and bought a new guitar. I've been using my old one for 10 years, and I'm sorry, but I just couldn't take playing it anymore. I used it during rehearsals, and it sounded like crap because the neck was too wide and there was NO action at all-- I had to press the strings almost 3/8" to get to the fret, and forget bar chords! So, to play in real life, and not in rehearsals, I've been borrowing Son#2's Epiphone-- a sweet, soft guitar.

But, no more. Nope. I got me a little Yamaha number, now. The neck is perfect, and I can even wrap my hand around and play bass notes with my thumb! And the action is so soft it practically plays itself-- I only have to guide it a little. And bar chords, you ask? Well, let me say I can play any bar chord I want now, all the way up and back down the neck. The tone is clear and sweet. I love it.

I have to be a little critical and tell you I REALLY wanted the Martin, not the Yamaha, but it was more than I was willing to pay right now. It was so pretty, and the action was even better. And it was a MARTIN. I mean, who wouldn't prefer that?

I almost didn't get my baby, but the young child-- excuse me, young man-- helping me said something that clinched the deal. I was telling him we all needed new glasses, so I guess I wouldn't get my guitar for a while. Well, he said, "Yeah, I'm supposed to wear glasses, too, but there are some things that are just more important." SOLD! (Thank you, Dennis. And you weren't even applying pressure-- just loving the guitars.)

Yes, this all sounds like a very immature way of looking at things, but hey-- the girls will still get their glasses (or contacts, whatever), and I can wait until next year. I'd rather have an excellent guitar. Sorry, folks, but that's the way I am. Being able to play music well is just too important.

Hmm. Guess I remembered some stuff, after all.