In a previous life I mentioned this old lady.
A lady with a long time-worn attic finish.
A rustic patina of pre-use and pre-love.
A grand old machine, rustic and decrepit.
A grand old beauty.
A Remington from the early 1920s.
Completely seized with age and rustyo-arthritis now there’s no more sound of a key being pressed . . . . tap, tap, click-clack, clickety clack.
No more making a new line with a bing, a ding of the bell or a clunk when we hit that heavy carriage return to move to the next line. Remember?
A classic gadget from days gone by.
A relic to some.
Junk to others.
Not to me.
I know some of you use these old typewriters as door-stops. Some say they are rubbish, junk and should be tossed. This one is so heavy it could be a train stop!
I could never allow this lady to be of such insulting utilitarian use as a door-stop nor will she be junked!
She’s one of my cooler pieces bringing her own unique charm & style to our home.