Since I don’t want this page or blog to be solely about sewing, I thought I’d kick off the music entries with one about my fiddle.
Meet Aisling, named by a friend when I asked what I should name her. This actually isn’t my very first fiddle. I had started playing years before, but I had to sell that instrument about a year or so later. Aisling was affordable and has worked well enough while I started learning, but over time I discovered that I was having trouble and progress seemed to come to a halt. The bow she came with was starting to fall apart as well. I bought another bow — not the one I really wanted, but one that will someday become a decent backup, I hope. I still had trouble, and started noticing that the sound hurt my ears.
I couldn’t really afford to buy another instrument, and even if I did I would want one that I’d had a little time to play and be familiar with. No sense ending up with a more expensive instrument that had a tone I didn’t like, either! I talked to a friend of mine and she and her husband loaned me a warmer-sounding fiddle to practice on. Aisling now sits as my backup, occasionally getting played here and there.
I have no regrets purchasing Aisling. At the time I bought her, I was very pleased and excited. I’d been unemployed, but managed to do a quick job and put those earnings with some birthday cash to buy her. There are a lot of great memories there! Someday I will have to buy a better fiddle and the bow I really want. I look forward to creating more memories with a new instrument, as I continue learning.
Next Monday: While Aisling was giving me fits, another fiddle comes to the rescue!
That bow photo is crazy!
Aisling is a pretty fiddle, but yes–a bit bright sounding.
I’m glad she helped get you where you are today, and I hope that you’ll soon have a fiddle that totally works for you and gives you the confidence to play at sessions.
Regarding the bow, it actually was amusing (in an annoying sort of way). I realized it was definitely time for a new one when — as I was bowing — I found myself watching the spiral, metal coil sliding back and forth like some weird miniature tennis game. I stopped playing and laughed and then ripped that stuff off and made a point to decide on trying a Presto bow.
It’s just hard to be inspired to play a lower-ranked instrument when you’ve heard and felt what it’s like to play nicer instruments.
Don’t get me wrong — I still play Aisling occasionally just to break things up a bit, but I usually don’t play for very long.
No matter how much better a fiddle you get, Aisling will always be close to your heart, and she’ll sit quietly by as she helps you welcome new fiddle friends.
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