Restringing my violin

This is my violin. She is an Exposition; no one knows what that means, except that Justin's grandmother bought her as a young girl using money from her job at Sears, probably at a local violin shop of legend that was located downtown (the name escapes me). After some research, I believe she predates Justin's Grammy by a few years; I am placing her around 1910-1930. This makes her anywhere from 80-100 years old.

She was a gift from Justin when we'd been together only about two years. The violin had been in storage at his parents' house and needed a bridge replaced and some other work. She's still not in perfect condition, but I love her. She's very forgiving of my bad playing, which on a violin can be unbearable. I first took lessons through a private instructor for a couple of years (which is how I got into teaching piano lessons to little kids) and later at TCC, where I also continued taking piano lessons. Someday, I would like to pick up a cello, but I told myself I would become a stronger violinist first. If only my concert violinist friend Aquiles would come back to Tulsa...

This is the first time I've ever put fiddle strings on her. I'm excited and a little nervous because I am uncertain if  that's the kind of thing you're supposed to do with a possibly hundred-year-old violin. But I know we'll have fun playing jigs on the porch when the baby's sleeping in the living room bassinet on warm summer evenings this year.

Wish me luck!