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And the Ragout I made for dinner was not good.

Giving up for today.

Piano Before

This is a pre-1920's Pullman Upright Player Piano built by Starr Pianos in Richmond, Indiana. The white keys are ivory, the black are wood, none are chipped. The Player parts have been removed, so it no longer plays by itself, but it is still quite functional to play. Someone painted part of it white, badly; the black side is the original shellac. My mother pushed it up a hill from a neighbor's house 15 years ago. I paid piano movers to haul it to my house.

I can sort of see why someone would paint it. The original shellac comes off orange on the rag when you wipe it down, and it would have taken actual polish and effort to keep it looking nice. Especially when you've got a kid like "BOBBY" who carved his name in tiny letters into the side.

It is not "worth" entirely stripping it down and renovating; it is an old workhorse, nothing fancy. I am however giving it a solid few coats of high gloss black enamel. John repaired the right leg which was kicked loose and I mopped the whole thing down, even the back.