The Newest Member of the Family
In my thrifting post from last Wednesday I mentioned at the end that I was sure that my new favorite little thrift spot would amazingly have a pristine pink Royal typewriter in a tweed carrying case just waiting for me with my name on it when me and my cute friend Betsy showed up on Saturday morning. I was sort of half kidding (but totally wishing on a star). I mean, that typewriter is something on my “List”, but I wasn’t really expecting to find one on Saturday. And I didn’t. But they had some great new things and all their books were on sale (I picked up 19 for less than 4 dollars). And Betsy and I left with our arms full of fabulous treasure. But that wasn’t quite good enough and we decided to drop by another thrift store before lunch. This one is sometimes hit and miss (but I did get Bluebird my vintagey turquoise sewing machine there a few weeks ago.) I could hardly be disappointed that they didn’t have my pink typewriter either. But I did find something almost as good. And way better than anything I was expecting. No 1950′s pink machine, but they did have her great granddaughter. (We are talking about the typewriter’s great granddaughter. What you didn’t know that they procreate?) And for only $15 I made this lovely the newest member of my family. We still haven’t picked out a name. But she sure is cute, and she works.
She’s a perfect shade of blue. And I didn’t really realize it until right now, but I must have known she was coming for a while. She is already up there in my blog header. I guess sometimes a mother’s instinct is more insightful than you would think. Maybe I’ll name her LOVE. Maybe I’ll make that an acronym for something…. maybe you can make that an acronym for something. I’m terrible at acronyms. (If you are in a reader click on over to see the header, that will make a lot more sense)
Scott spent his Friday night/Saturday morning with a group of teenage boys teaching them how to fish and camp and generally turn into productive adults when they grow up. When he came home I showed him our new baby (don’t worry, Creamie isn’t showing any signs of jealousy and they get along great so far). He thinks she is awesome. He thinks she is great. And after he finished gushing, he took her out for a spin. And this is what he had to say:
I love him. I can’t imagine life without him. And I don’t want to. He is so supportive of my crazy habit of stacking bits of paper and fabric and scraps all over the house. (Which he affectionately refers to as “the stacks.” I think because they remind him of the towering piles of books in big old libraries.) And that other habit I have of purchasing old electric items from thrift stores (Bluebird and this new baby). Or furniture (this chair, which I still love and which is still unslipcovered). Or old sheets to make dresses. (You know that line from the Sound of Music when the Captain is outraged that his children are traipsing about Salzburg in nothing but some old drapes? I keep thinking about that. And then Maria says “Yes, and they are having a marvelous time.” I keep thinking about that too. And it makes me smile. ) I think I’m going to keep that little bit forever. (which is one of my other habits he puts up with. I keep every little bit of paper that I think I might need/want one day. But it’s all organized in neatly labeled boxes. Because that makes it less crazy. (Ha!)
(Ok, enough with the parenthetical statements.) (Really)