“So this one is no good?” Noah inquires, pointing to a beautiful mahogany tenor guitar hanging on the wall of a store.
“No good – pick-guard.”
“This one?” Noah asks. “It’s beautiful.”
“Decal on the headstock.”
“I know it. There’s nothing here for me.”
“Couldn’t you just remove the decal?” The look on my face is one of horror. Noah shrugs.
“Don’t you even want to play any of them – while we’re here?”
And this is how it goes.
“It’s made to play,” he says.
(I do play the mahogany tenor upside down, and it sounds delightful. I almost forgot about the pick-guard.)
We’ve struck a deal in our household. For every new guitar or camera acquired, Elle gets more of the beautiful Art Deco glassware she collects. A National Dobro tenor, and a set of Dorothy Thorpe silver-rim glasses. Balance.
A few months ago, I brought home a set of 1950s silver-rimmed ice tea glasses.
“Nice – those are great! Beautiful.” There was a pause. She looked askance at me. “You got a new guitar, didn’t you?”
“No – I just saw these and really liked them.”
“Is this … pre-emptive?”
“Nope. Always got my eyes peeled for a new toy, but no.” I kissed her cheek.
It’s important to have balance. That’s what makes it look and feel more like collecting than hoarding.
Hmmm … except for those camera bags gathering dust in the corner…