Here's a few that I would happily display on my shiny white Parsons desk from West Elm. Oh, wait. I don't have one of those. Looks like I'll be needing a more substantial amount of superfluous cash to make this fantasy become a reality. No matter. Let's just pretend for now.
Say hello to these gorgeous desktop-- or laptop-- companions.
The Olivetti Valentine, the "Ferrari" of typewriters, seen at Poetic Home
I know there is an old, dusty typewriter sitting somewhere in my parents' house, but it is nowhere near as pretty to look at as these. Right now its a toss up between the two Royals-- turquoise and seafoam-- for my No. 1 spot.
So, anyone else out there obsessed with typewriters like me? My boyfriend doesn't get it, but what kind of writer would I be if I didn't feel strangely drawn to the familiar clickity-clack and ceremonial ding that reminds of days gone by?