I remember the day my Dad brought our piano home- I was 12 years old, and as soon as I saw it, I hated the colour. It was an orange piano that looked like it was made of artificial wood. Apparently, it was a discontinued finish and the store had given my Dad a 50% discount. I learned to appreciate this piano as my love of music grew. It saw me through many years of lessons, 4 piano teachers, my own teacher training and several years of teaching my boys and my students. I made peace with my ...