And one more makes four
It started out as a lovely weekend. On Friday Scott left work a little early, we grilled some steak and fresh veggies for dinner and just generally had a wonderful Friday. And then Saturday came, and it did not disappoint. I got to sleep in until nearly 10 o’clock. Thank you Creamie! I spent the morning making some of these cupcakes and then I met my sister for a lunch date and more awesomeness (which I’ll go into in another post). On the way home I decided it wouldn’t be a well spent Saturday unless I stopped at the thrift store. And the thrill of shopping without Creamie’s help didn’t make it a hard decision. Nevermind that I had been to this same store less than 24 hours earlier, you never know what is going to change. And what if I missed something! I know, the horrors. Here’s what I didn’t miss.
First up is this pretty mustard purse. Its super soft leather (real leather mind you) and I love the color. The best part about it came when I asked the dude with the keys if he would unlock the case so I could see it (yes, it was locked up in the case. Nine West has made it in the big times). When I pointed to the one I was interested in, this very nice, but SUPER shy, mid forties man said “The Mustard one?” … Are you serious? He knows the color “mustard” and how to use it in a sentence? Anyone else as shocked as I am? I was sure that your standard issue man only comes with 8 colors and “mustard” is certainly not one of them. Moving on. The bag is nearly perfect. There are no major flaws/stains/scuffs/scrapes/etc. It’s the perfect size, not too slouchy and as soft as can be. And for only $10 I have the perfect new(ish) bag for fall.
And now onto the title of my post. And one more makes four. I saw this baby, a 1960’s Penncrest Caravelle 12 hanging out on a bottom shelf. I’m sure you know how the rest of the story goes, what with the squealing and the jumping and all. Ok, so maybe that was only in my mind, but I can’t quite be sure. This baby is a combo of a deep dark peacock green (or is it turquoise, I’m not sure.) The part around the keys is more the color of a Mallard duck… but that doesn’t sound nearly so romantic as deep dark peacock green. And I like all the romance I can get around my typewriter obsession collection.
This little machine came with it’s case, and is in great shape. It even has the original key. I’ll of course take it in to visit Stan the Typewriter Man for a little tuneup, but as far as I can tell it’s in good working order. And if it turns out that it has some major flaw that I am unaware of, Creamie can play with it. It was only $8 (EIGHT DOLLARS!!!!!), and unless there is something I’m missing about the Penncrest brand (I’d never heard of it before) I won’t mind if it gets a little extra wear and tear. Not that I am going to stop looking for a toy typewriter. Because I won’t. I do need to think of a name for this one, and decide on it’s gender. Wow, don’t take that sentence out of context… it makes me sound totally crazy. (And if you take it IN context, then it only makes me sound a little nuts. What can I say, I’m a girl in love with my typewriters.) It started out as a lovely weekend, and then it just got better.
Dear Monday, please don’t turn out to be totally lame.
(The colors of my latest thrifting adventure are totally reminding me of one of the back to school shopping outfits I posted a few weeks ago (Number 4.) Nothing like a little mustard yellow and deep peacock green to start your fall off on a good note.)