My priorities: slightly flawed

[blamebrampton]

My one goal for today: 
* Finish Fathers.

What I actually did: 
* Bought very nice underthings for half-price at DJs (50% off Simone Perle!)
* Went to four places looking for the perfect under-eye concealer that would mask dark circles without looking like I had little pale grey puffy pillows under each eye instead (failed to find any, damn my non-yellow-toned skin!)
* Purchased a nice Kala tenor ukulele for $100 off! 
* Learned to play a scale and two chords on said ukulele.
* Hatched plans for one-woman Vera Lynn Tribute Show (am semi-serious!)


If I can stay awake for another 120 minutes and type very fast, I might still be able to hit my first priority ... Though it is already 1am ...

Comments

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

I have ALWAYS wanted to play an instrument, but Dad never taught me, because I could sing, so he would just say 'Your body is your instrument!' which is true to a point, but it's a lousy accompaniment.

Last year I went to the Clerkenwell Vintage Fair with Rai, Pin and Cal and we saw this great chick wearing a WAF uniform and singing 40s hits, with a little soprano ukulele – and I was unsure if I wanted to take her out for a drink or be her.

Since then, ukuleles keep appearing randomly in my life. On Friday, I mentioned this to a friend who said 'I LOVE UKES! I want to learn how to play!' So I said that I would pop into the music shop and see what sort of prices things were going for and if there were any good teach-yourself books and ... well, a bit of a dent in the credit card later, I can play a scale! And two chords!

Of course, the horror of learning is that I have perfect pitch and I can hear every single missed-fingering so very very clearly ... but I will get there! And then I will get a WAF uniform! (Pulls out the Gracie and Vera songbooks ...)

[jadzialove.livejournal.com]

What an excellent image! That 40s style, a woman in uniform - I understand your dilemma. *nods*

And I'm completely jealous that you can sing. There's a painful irony in loving music and being utterly tone-deaf. Though I sound fine to myself, the broken glass gets expensive...

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

I believe she may even have been wearing tapshoes!

And it compensates for my uselessness at tennis. I could have married a QC if only I could play tennis!