I’ve always admired Aerish’s taste in vintage things and so when she bought a vintage typewriter in a thrift shop several years ago, I went out to find my own.

She is one of the few people who appreciates analog anything—handmade crafts, hand-written letters, etc, and is probably the only person nowadays who I actually write letters to.  Through the post office.  As seldom as they maybe.

So, my initial thought was that when I got my own, I’d be able to type her letters, instead of hand write them.  I just thought there was something “neat” (“peachy-keen,” right?) about it, typos and all.

I found one at a local thrift shop for $16.00.  It wasn’t as “old” (vintage) as I wanted, but I thought it was still very cute.  It was hidden almost in the corner of a closet.  Strangely, the previous owners of the typewriter were actually there in the store.  He was an older gentleman with his wife.  He told me that he remembered spending late nights typing up college essays on that typewriter.  He hadn’t used it since then.  It still has the original ribbon from 40 years ago, but by the time I got it, it was mostly dried out.

I never got around to buying a new ribbon for it.  So, like him, I stashed it away for a while.

But, I think I’m going to try and use it (once I get some ribbon for it).  I’m partly excited to hear the clanking sound of the keys.