for the love of old typewriters
Two days ago, Brother Number One and I were chatting about everything and nothing, and I mentioned how I wished I could find time to just sit on the computer for a few hours, and just write.
My brother, who is a genius, asked me; "Why not get a typewriter? That way you wouldn't be told to get off the computer, and you could write all you want."
I thought this was a very good idea. But then today, I was on Pinterest, pinning, and I came across a picture of an adorable vintage typewriter. And all I could think was, ohmygosh I want a typewriter so bad.
So guess what my new obsession is? Typewriters. And not those slightly-more-modern plastic ugly ones. I mean real typewriters. Like this one.
An hour later I'm being told that my allotted amount of computer time was over a long time ago, and I need to do useful things.
Or even if I'm not told to get off. The internet doesn't usually inspire me. It ends up confusing me and then I never get any writing done.
And it's not just the practicality. I'm also being my dreamer head-in-the-clouds self and imagining myself at my desk sipping a cup of black coffee (ew) in a fifties dress with golden light streaming in through the windows. I actually have a thing for the fifties. I love their dresses.
I wonder, where would one purchase a nice, black and gold typewriter that doesn't cost way more than I can afford (which is almost nothing. I need to get a job. sigh)? I must look into this. You know, once I find my birth certificate and all.