wickedwahine11
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Ugh, I feel so sick to my stomach. I had my ukulele out to play, and then I got up to do something else. I put it down on the end table so that the cat couldn't get to it and scratch it. The moron that I'm married to then drops some notebooks on the table, they fall, they hit my ukulele, which crashes to the tile floor.
I now have about a couple of tiny chips in the back of it, a couple of scratches (harder to see) and one chip in the binding.
My fault for a couple of reasons: 1) I should have put it back upstairs on its hook, not on the table. 2) I married a moron. I almost started crying. It took me forever to get that ukulele, and now it isn't pristine anymore.
When Joe at Kanile'a installed my strap button he was laughing at me because I told him it was like getting my cat spayed, I was so afraid for anything to happen to it. When I took pictures of it out at the beach, I put things down under/behind it so it wouldn't scratch on the sand or rocks. And now, my perfect ukulele is chipped.
The moron offered to buy me a new one but said I would have to sell this one to pay for part of the new one. I don't want a new one. Scratched or not, this one is my ukulele. I will admit to one brief fleeting moment of cheating on my Kanile'a, thinking, hmm, I could get a new Kamaka out of this, but no, I'm keeping my battered ukulele.
My mom tried to cheer me up, telling me that nothing is perfect, and now it has character. You can't see the damage really from the front, and it still sounds beautiful, but still...
I now have about a couple of tiny chips in the back of it, a couple of scratches (harder to see) and one chip in the binding.
My fault for a couple of reasons: 1) I should have put it back upstairs on its hook, not on the table. 2) I married a moron. I almost started crying. It took me forever to get that ukulele, and now it isn't pristine anymore.
When Joe at Kanile'a installed my strap button he was laughing at me because I told him it was like getting my cat spayed, I was so afraid for anything to happen to it. When I took pictures of it out at the beach, I put things down under/behind it so it wouldn't scratch on the sand or rocks. And now, my perfect ukulele is chipped.
The moron offered to buy me a new one but said I would have to sell this one to pay for part of the new one. I don't want a new one. Scratched or not, this one is my ukulele. I will admit to one brief fleeting moment of cheating on my Kanile'a, thinking, hmm, I could get a new Kamaka out of this, but no, I'm keeping my battered ukulele.
My mom tried to cheer me up, telling me that nothing is perfect, and now it has character. You can't see the damage really from the front, and it still sounds beautiful, but still...