My New Baby
I’m not pregnant. But we do have a new baby at our house. He has a few older siblings and one kid brother, Tomy. I should probably blame him for taking up my time and keeping me from blogging, but that isn’t really the problem. I’m just… busy?
Several weeks ago I wrote about finding Creamie a small vintage typewriter for her birthday, and in that post I linked to two others I was still hoping to find. And a very sweet reader M told me she had one. This one. A red Sears Holiday, made in England in the 1950s. Amazing.
It had been her older sisters and was handed down to her. She told me it was headed for the yard sale, but if I wanted to buy it she’d give me first dibs. It arrived a short time later in it’s original red carrying case with red houndstooth lining. (Have I mentioned I love houndstooth? LOVE it.) And it has been sitting on the dresser in my bedroom ever since. It’s beautiful.
We shared a hot fudge sundae/banana split/way too much dessert this afternoon. You know, me and the typewriter. And M, if you didn’t live on the other side of the country, I’d invite you over for a great dinner and some chat time and send you home with homemade hot fudge sauce for your family. Thank you a million times over for sharing your treasure with me. You will now be a part of my life forever, and if Creamie shares my love of typewriters, which I hope she does, you could be in our family for generations. I think I’ll have to make a little treasure book full of the stories of how my favorite things came to me. I’m glad you’ll be a part of it.