Isn’t it beautiful? I love my pink typewriter.
My husband gives me a befuddled look when I say it’s beautiful, but he humors me about it anyway.
Why I love that clunky pink thing is a mystery to him (and sometimes, even to me!), but it represents so much. Plus, it’s like sculpture on the desk. At least I think so.
It kind of looks like this one from my past. I started typing early. (No, I didn’t, but my mom was an expert at keeping me occupied!)
The slow, deliberate way I have to type on this typewriter soothes me. Lots of typos if you try to go too fast. Slows things down a little, which can be a good thing. I also love how inconsistent the type is. Lighter, darker, it all just looks more simple and handmade.
I found this pink beauty in a roundabout way. A couple of years ago, my daughter requested a typewriter for her birthday. When she was little, we had sold our electric typewriter, against her protests. “We have a computer,” we had told her back then. “Why would we need a typewriter?”
(I still get pangs of guilt when I think about it. Would it have killed me to keep that electric typewriter? It really didn’t take up that much room..)
We were in purge mode, though, at the time. (I should have had more purge modes. When we moved, recently, that became really, really clear to me…)
So, in a hunt for a typewriter for my daughter, I found a tiny, cluttered, amazing typewriter store here in our city. It was a bit of a drive, but well worth it. Inside, I found a small mountain of typewriters.
One of them gave me a bolt of nostalgia. It was the same manual portable typewriter I had used in college. (I once typed a thirty-six page lab report on that thing. If a mistake was made, the whole page had to be re-typed, unless it was just a single word that could be painted over with White-Out. Ah, kids today have it so easy. Not really…)
In the end, at the magical typewriter store, I purchased two typewriters — a nice, old (90’s) electric typewriter and also the pink relic. I couldn’t NOT buy the pink one. I gave my daughter the choice. She picked the electric one for her birthday gift. I think it reminded her of the old one from her childhood.
This pink old thing ended up in my possession, and we were both happy. (My birthday was a couple of weeks later!)
My daughter had fun with her gift right away.
(And now you know which birthday it was!) She’s the one who actually inspired me to use a typewriter for my paper crafts.
If you ever have the urge to take a step back from the computer, you might find that a typewriter is a relaxing way to:
Type a letter
Write a grocery list
Modify a pretty note card with a quote
Type a message inside a pretty note card
Make headings for your bullet journal (or all kinds of things for your bullet journal)
Have I convinced you that you need one of these keyboards from the past?