tangible thing we gained from our Yamaha classes was how to make a guitar, when the teacher mentioned how to, in passing.
It sounded easy enough, so once I collected the requisite empty tissue box and kitchen paper towel core, I set about making one.
I could have painted the boxes but the fastest, least messy way, seemed to be just to wrap it with paper.
My feeble attempt at decor, with the ever handy washi tape.
Ta-Dah! our very own guitar that has no varying pitch, no frets, no tuning keys, but good for a decent strum.