A colleague at work is moving away and asked me if I wanted his old guitar. Of course, I said yes and then asked what kind and he said Vester. Ugh. Well, not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth I took it off him for a bottle of Austrailian Merlot. Maybe I should have kept the wine.
Actually, for a piece of plywood it plays okay. He hadn't played it in over 10 years and the old string (yes, that's singular) on it was pretty grungy. The whole thing was. So I took it completely apart, cleaner her up and she's got a new set of strings on her.
Enough bullshit, here's some pics of The Plywood Princess
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