After a decade of longing, I finally own a typewriter. It was a gift from my parents, who found it at a garage sale, and mailed it to me at four times the cost of what they paid for it.
I have a typewriter. I can finally be a real writer.
The above image is an Underwood Golden Touch Typewriter - the same style as mine, but mine is butter yellow. It is beautifully clacky when I type.
I think I'm in love.
I have a typewriter!
1 comment:
This is an exciting thing. :-)
Becky
p.s. when will i see you on your spring break?
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