Aaaah, typewriters. I’m not sure where my love of typewriters began. Perhaps it was with my Papa Lou-Lou, my dad’s dad, who died last year. He used to type letters on his old, black typewriter and send them to us. I had never really seen or used one, growing up in the computer age, but had always been fascinated with them.
My school holds a yearly rummage sale, and my good friend Brittany snagged a gorgeous teal typewriter I was always envious of. One day, she left it in my room. I was thrilled! It sits proudly on my desk at home now, brightening up the room—it’s very similar to the teal typewriter of above.
I’ve always had an obsession with writerly things, and mail. This seems to blend the two perfectly—I always think of what it must have been like to type out letters to friends and loved ones in the pre-email days.
I’ve typed a bit on mine, and I must admit that while the sound is endearing and the type is fun, I do prefer old-fashioned e-mail. For now, I’ll settle on a decorative piece, and my ring, of course.