I've been popping into thrift shops with great frequency of late for one thing and one thing only: chapter books. My boys are zipping through them faster than I can keep up with - Boxcar Children, Hardy Boys, the Narnia series and on and on. With a price tag of 10-49 cents a piece, the thrift shop is our favorite place to pick them up (besides the library, of course).
I've been rather avoiding the rest of the store though, of late. We seem to be quite set for clothes and dishes, and well...with all the people in our little space, I try to be mindful of how much I bring home. There is not space for much more around here. And more importantly, we don't need anything right now. (Except for that thrifted replacement cuinsinart miracle I'm still hoping for.)
We most certainly don't need another typewriter.
But, you see, I recently found myself on the way to those book aisles at a local thrift shop. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied this little number and it just kind of sang out to me. You know that feeling? It made me happy, this sweet green stout typing machine. I smiled at it and walked on by. And I wandered to the books, where I browsed and thought about it a little bit more. I picked up a few Hardy Boys, a few more National Geographics for kid collage work, and well...on my way to the checkout, I found myself standing squarely in front of this typewriter again. Smiling. I kind of couldn't stop smiling at it.
You know the rest of the story. She's home with us now. There isn't a television in our house, and no one cares much about the computer (besides Mama)....but these little typing machines are in daily use with all the newspapers and stories and notes that are written around these parts. These machines are so used and loved. Is it really so extravagant that everyone have their very own vintage typewriter? Perhaps not so much.
Sometimes all the logical thinking in the world can only take you so far. Sometimes 'just because we love it' wins out.
There's only one problem as far as I can see. I have four children. Um, we might need just one more.