||[Mar. 11th, 2015|12:34 pm]
JeN in WoNderLaNd
Some days I have the urge to pick up one of my old guitars and attempt to play them. Unfortunately, they're missing strings and one of them needs new bridge pins. It's been a really long time since I've tried that. I keep forgetting to take the one in to the music store for the bridge pins. I did buy some new strings around Xmas and I'm sure I could find a tutorial online on how to string the guitars since I've never done it, or get someone at the store to show me. I took lessons as a teenager and used to really enjoy it; I used to make up my own songs and calloused my fingers when I used to play too much. I remember being upset about a break-up and playing my guitar for hours at a time. I think it was kind of an emo moment; but before I'd even heard of emo.
I used to write a lot as well; journaling, poetry/whatever. I still occasionally try to write poetically, but I find I'm not usually satisfied with the result. I was working on something today, and then it completely changed it's tone/direction and that (and listening to this song earlier) made me feel nostalgic about writing and playing guitar. If I had my guitars in working order, I probably would've attempted to write a song about zombies.
I miss a lot of the hobbies and things I used to do, but don't seem to get around to doing as much anymore. Even my stained glass is on hold as I've been waiting to get a fume extractor so that I can solder in the house. I also wish that I was able to draw well. I took art classes in junior high, but my drawing/painting skills are definitely elementary school level. (My sister, on the other hand is an artist).