7 March 2011
As of this month I have limited how many times I 'pop' into thrift stores. It's so thrilling to visit one. Other stores are predictable - you go in, and pretty much know exactly what they sell. But with a thrift store, it's like stepping into an ever-changing, magic store. Who knows what one will find. My last visit (prior to my new rule of course, which is once a month), I came out with this little beauty. I love the olive colour, that it came in a black case, and that it was made in Germany. My first ever admin job interview involved using a typewriter. Sign of my age I guess. It's a little difficult to believe generations after me will think of these as antiquated (or unheard of!).
She's pretty compact, and makes a lovely clunk sound when I type. Audrey and Lucy love it too. I think they've even got the hang of not banging on ten keys at once. Do you recall that when you did, all keys rushed for the centre spot simultaneously and proceed to wedge themselves into a massive clump?
I said to my husband 'these are coming back, you know', attempting to defend my purchase.
'No they're not'.