Just Me & My Uke

My pretty pink ukulele. What should I name her?

I’ve always wanted to play an instrument. I sing and I grew up in a very musical family, but I never learned to play anything. I always chose choir as my elective in school. And my sister’s attempt to teach me to play the guitar as an adult was futile. She’s a great teacher but I just couldn’t wrap my mind (or my hand) around that guitar.

So here I am, some years later, and I’ve decided to go busking in Seattle. But I still don’t play an instrument. I’m a pretty good singer, but being a singer is tough when you don’t play an instrument. Even with all the a cappella happiness going on in the world today, it’s still not all that amusing to watch a random person sing without something else going on to “enhance” the performance. At least, not for long.

So, yesterday I went down to our local music store to look for a shaker or some kind of drum-like thing that I could tinker around with while I sing. Almost immediately, my eyes came across a cute pink ukulele. Now, anyone who knows me knows I’m a sucker for anything pink. Cute and pink? Well, I’m pretty much a goner. I got the uke, a case and some instruction books. I went home and spent the next hour learning to play 4 chords on my new little obsession. Every time I managed to eek out a song I liked, I’d giggle and squeal a little.

I’m hooked! I always wanted to play an instrument and it looks the ukulele was made for me. Look out Seattle! Here I come with my cute pink little uke! 

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