...pinterest really is a wonderful thing, because it ever-so-subtly gives hints to your husband-who-likes-to-plug-things-in that you might want, well, something that doesn't plug in. Like a typewriter.
When I opened this baby up on Christmas morning the first thing that overwhelmed me was, "It smells like Pop Pop." Well, not exactly like my grandfather. But like an old man's office. Like my Pop Pop. The other night, I left the lid open after scrapbooking and came in the next morning overwhelmed by the smell. Maybe he's here.
After taking a little time off, I'm in full-on catch-up mode (probably should've saved this for the Olympics when I stay up to times I have no business staying up until). And I'm using the typewriter for it all.
I asked Ken if it sounds like I'm pounding out the Next Great American Novel down here. I forgot how LOUD a typewriter is. I find myself wondering who it belonged to.
I love it.
Better pictures to come when I'm caught up.