It was cold up at Katoomba/Leura over the long weekend in April, so I made a skinny scarf and some wristwarmers/fingerless gloves while I sat in front of the fire, and at the convention talks. I feel awkward modelling them, as you can see from the photograph below.
When your section is away and you realise you’ve forgotten how to play 5/8 when you’re the only instrument playing I find it’s best just to hide under the timpani.
Latest in a series: pets of my students
Holding paws with a purring cat in the sun on the carpet is pretty wonderful.
Look, it’s got instruments, but practise rooms are rarely good places to be in when you’re feeling down (from memory the ones at high school were worse). It’s like you’re being punished for learning music.
When your piano student has the cutest dog ever who is super excited when you come over and hopes you don’t know she’s not meant to lick people.