Everyone on my Tumblr dash seems to be learning ukelele. I wasn’t, but I live in a house with probably two dozen or so musical instruments, and I was certain I’d seen a uke somewhere. I mean, there was my younger brother’s uke, which he’d bought with his own pocket money as a kid, and my late grandmother’s uke, still beribboned, but I was sure I’d seen a blue one somewhere that I was pretty certain was unclaimed and just part of the general musical collection.
Well, as you can see, I dug it out from behind the sofa. And if you can count, you’ll see that it’s not a uke at all.
It’s a quarter size guitar.
And unlike every other guitar I’ve ever held, I can actually get my hand around the neck, which means, theoretically, I’d be able to play it. Even my mum’s half size was a bit too wide for my short fingers.
And, yeah, obviously, it needs a restring, a strap and a case, and it’s scratched to hell, but the bridge is fine, all the pegs are there, and from what I can tell, the tone is gorgeous.
Finally found out its origins, too. “Someone was going to throw it away,” Mum said. “And I didn’t really need it or want it, but then I heard the sound it made, and I knew it was a really good guitar, so I saved it.”
So, yeah, it’s just been waiting for someone to play it. It doesn’t have any kind of branding besides what I think is a music store sticker inside, so no idea how old it is or what it’s worth (nothing, probably), but it sounds awesome with three untuned strings, so let’s see what it’s like in my completely novice hands once it’s fixed up.
knitting in the dark 