My sister took violin lessons from a lady who was about five
feet tall. My sister is almost as tall as me, so even as a teenager,
she was five ten and growing. This lady's husband was the same
height, and they would have been adorable if not for their
stern and regal bearing. Made them even more adorable in a
way that one could never mention.
He happened to be the conductor of our local symphony,
and when he really got going, his tux and tails would flap
and bring to mind a very energetic penguin. No offense
meant toward diminutive folk, as one of my dearest friends
is only four foot ten. But it sure was cute.
So, she went to their home for violin lessons, and the one
time I stopped by, it was a shock. Their house was wisely
furnished and scaled to the size of smaller people. Low doorways,
low furniture, and every picture was hung at about our
waist height. I felt like a girl Gulliver, but it was just right for
them.