So, I had an Underwood typewriter this summer.
It was on loan from a lady that I work with. She brought it into her office one day and announced that she was cleaning out her basement and "didn't know what I should do with it, and almost threw it out" but then decided to bring it to work to decorate her office.
When I saw it, I almost fell over. I have been searching these out for over two years at every garage sale and antique store I come across. They either are in terrible condition, or cost a small fortune. I have yet to be successful.
Anyway, the nice lady from work let me have it on loan over the summer. I looked at it every day sitting there on the table. It felt so good, like a part of the family. All black and sturdy and vintage. I wondered if she would perhaps let me keep it for a price?
I used it sparingly, I must admit. She had just replaced the ribbon and I didn't think it right to use it all up on her when she was being kind enough to let me borrow it. So I restrained myself. I did use it for a few projects, though, like my Traveling Bracelet Journal.
All summer I rehearsed the words I would use to ask her if I could take it off her hands. After all, she did say that she "almost threw it out". When the day came...I was rejected! No go! She wasn't going to let it go!
I don't blame her, but I was hoping that my search for an Underwood was over.
Guess not...
