Our tall girl fell in love with an old family desk typewriter this summer, and spent hours composing stories at it. Something about a typewriter appeals to her romantic sensibilities about writing. I have to agree. I think the immediacy, the physicality, the sound of a typewriter possesses something gorgeously satisfying. Not unlike my beloved writing book and fountain pen. Only punchier! The aura of it’s history, all those writers and typists, since the late 19th century, surrounds you.
For her birthday, my sweetheart found her a beautiful 1930’s machine, a Bluebird. Its petite and low like a Jaguar roadster, and it already has quite a mystery story running through it. We’ll see if she let’s me take it for a spin.