I usually do what Griff suggests - hand it to them and ask them to show me how its done. I've even (jokingly) done that with the odd MD who places a difficult piece in front of me and proceeds to explain how it should sound.
Like several here, though, I tend to practice when no-one's around unless it's a piece I know well and am just trying to perfect. That said, my bloke's a musician too (well, he's a drummer, actually, but I like to keep him happy) and turns a blind eye to most of the less-than-perfect noises I make on my various instruments. We do have a couple of spare rooms, too, so I can disappear to the other end of the house if need be.
Both hubby and dog are undergoing major testing at the moment as I'm trying to teach myself fiddle. To be fair, I only practice when hubby's out. The dog is very patient though. When I first took up the violin at school years ago - for all of three weeks - my mum's Yorkshire Terrier used to howl along to it. My own dog, however, seems to adopt the same attitude as my kids had before they grew up and left home, namely, "What's that bl**dy racket? Oh, it's OK. It's just Mum up to her daft tricks again. Nothing out of the ordinary. Carry on!". At which she promptly curls up and goes back to sleep. 🙂
Like several here, though, I tend to practice when no-one's around unless it's a piece I know well and am just trying to perfect. That said, my bloke's a musician too (well, he's a drummer, actually, but I like to keep him happy) and turns a blind eye to most of the less-than-perfect noises I make on my various instruments. We do have a couple of spare rooms, too, so I can disappear to the other end of the house if need be.
Both hubby and dog are undergoing major testing at the moment as I'm trying to teach myself fiddle. To be fair, I only practice when hubby's out. The dog is very patient though. When I first took up the violin at school years ago - for all of three weeks - my mum's Yorkshire Terrier used to howl along to it. My own dog, however, seems to adopt the same attitude as my kids had before they grew up and left home, namely, "What's that bl**dy racket? Oh, it's OK. It's just Mum up to her daft tricks again. Nothing out of the ordinary. Carry on!". At which she promptly curls up and goes back to sleep. 🙂

