Post by Camille St. James on Dec 10, 2020 19:48:39 GMT -5
So cooking was a no-go: Cook had turned her right out of the kitchen with a stern admonition that well-bred ladies did not cook their own meals, and they didn't bake cakes, "neither." That had been rather a disappointment.
Drawing was out too--the problem with drawing was that you had to have the inspiration of what to draw, and when you didn't you wanted to tear the hair right out of your head. And trying to draw still lifes around the house had been even worse, it infuriated her so much she actually cried.
So with those ruled out, she decided perhaps a new hobby was a better way to go. She did like singing, but that wasn't really new, since she'd had lessons the first few years with the Degraffs. But at least she knew a little about sheet music, so that would help with an instrument. She didn't want to do anything screechy, so no flutes. Her fingers were too short for piano. She narrowed it down to violins, something she'd always found interesting, then set out to the local shop.
Lynott Violins was a small shop, but it had a good reputation, from what she'd been able to learn. The owner was @casey , who was both a violinist and a pianist, apparently. She had been informed by her mother that she'd already heard him play, more than once, which left her feeling ungrateful--she'd never thought about the person who sat at the piano all night long during a ball.
She went into town as her noble self, this time, rather than her commoner disguise. It only made sense, after all, if she wanted to purchase an instrument, to look like she could afford it. Still, she aimed for elegant, not gaudy, with a white lace-embellished blouse, and a high waisted black skirt. She wasn't sure why she felt so self-conscious, but she smoothed her hands over her skirt nervously before entering the shop.
She stopped hardly a foot inside, and her eyes went wide. This was like walking into another world. Everything was paneled in warm, polished wood, and both long walls were practically covered in violins and violas. A few massive standing basses took up room to her side. Everything gleamed, perfectly polished. She stepped closer to the nearest violin, raising a cautious hand to reach towards the shining wood, but a flash of movement near the back of the room pulled her attention away from the instruments.
She quickly straightened up, then curtsied and smiled at what must be the shopkeeper, seeing as he'd just emerged from the back room.
"Mr. Lynott, I presume? I am interested in purchasing an instrument, but first I must ask… Do you think that I could learn the violin? I've had several people tell me I'm too old to start lessons now, but I'd like an expert opinion."
Drawing was out too--the problem with drawing was that you had to have the inspiration of what to draw, and when you didn't you wanted to tear the hair right out of your head. And trying to draw still lifes around the house had been even worse, it infuriated her so much she actually cried.
So with those ruled out, she decided perhaps a new hobby was a better way to go. She did like singing, but that wasn't really new, since she'd had lessons the first few years with the Degraffs. But at least she knew a little about sheet music, so that would help with an instrument. She didn't want to do anything screechy, so no flutes. Her fingers were too short for piano. She narrowed it down to violins, something she'd always found interesting, then set out to the local shop.
Lynott Violins was a small shop, but it had a good reputation, from what she'd been able to learn. The owner was @casey , who was both a violinist and a pianist, apparently. She had been informed by her mother that she'd already heard him play, more than once, which left her feeling ungrateful--she'd never thought about the person who sat at the piano all night long during a ball.
She went into town as her noble self, this time, rather than her commoner disguise. It only made sense, after all, if she wanted to purchase an instrument, to look like she could afford it. Still, she aimed for elegant, not gaudy, with a white lace-embellished blouse, and a high waisted black skirt. She wasn't sure why she felt so self-conscious, but she smoothed her hands over her skirt nervously before entering the shop.
She stopped hardly a foot inside, and her eyes went wide. This was like walking into another world. Everything was paneled in warm, polished wood, and both long walls were practically covered in violins and violas. A few massive standing basses took up room to her side. Everything gleamed, perfectly polished. She stepped closer to the nearest violin, raising a cautious hand to reach towards the shining wood, but a flash of movement near the back of the room pulled her attention away from the instruments.
She quickly straightened up, then curtsied and smiled at what must be the shopkeeper, seeing as he'd just emerged from the back room.
"Mr. Lynott, I presume? I am interested in purchasing an instrument, but first I must ask… Do you think that I could learn the violin? I've had several people tell me I'm too old to start lessons now, but I'd like an expert opinion."
