Another Violinist in the House

I know I usually natter on about knitting on my blog, but in order to fund my mad skills well-under-control knitting habit I teach voice, violin, or piano music lessons to about 18 or 20 students.

(I'm not sure of the exact number of students because if I knew for sure I'm certain to panic from the strain and mentally implode.  This would have a negative affect on my ability to knit.)

Miss Boo is 5, so I started her on piano almost a year ago, and just recently began teaching her the violin.

She has the teeniest little instrument that looks like a toy (it's a 1/16 size, which measures about 15 inches long from scroll to chin rest.)

 

 She sounds appalling, but I don't tell her that.  I'm the teacher, so I have to be loving and supportive.  I'm also her parent, and I often wish that I could pay someone else to listen to her.

All beginning violinists (no matter the age) sound like they're trying to stuff a cat into a coke bottle with chopsticks, so this isn't any indication of future progress.

 

I am just very careful never to schedule two beginner violinists in a row.  My nerves can only handle so much auditory torture.