Just my type.

Let me tell you why typewriters are no longer a dream but a reality in my life. Melodie. My roommate.

I have wanted a typewriter for a while now. Melodie told me her mom had one... after probably driving her crazy, she brought me home a typewriter.

It has been exactly what I needed. Yep you read right. Needed. I needed it. I love the sound, and how I can't erase, and how I have to remember how to spell words. It was one of those creative indulgences I had to give into. I don't really have a reason, other then my heart told me I wanted it. I usually listen to it. At least I try. It usually turns out pretty dang good when I do.



Then, bless her heart, Mel found me my own at DI. 20 buckeroos. I bought it, of course. But I am waiting for new tape. I will post of picture of it once it is more then just aforlookstypewriter.