31 January 2008
checkit, ward gave me a typewriter for christmas. and I love it, I really really love it. when the day lulls and I need a lift, I unzip the perfect brown leather case and stare at it in secret. I pluck at a couple of the keys, marvel at the color and the sound of it before hastily zipping it all back up. ezra must never know about the typewriter. because the typewriter would not survive ezra. honestly, I am feeling selfish about the typewriter. it's exactly like the car I'd like to own someday: tiny, vintage, turquoise, mine.
I have big plans for the hermes rocket, plans that include (but are not limited to): using it to write a series of very incredibly extremely short stories, showing it off to select friends (who will no doubt ooh and aah over it), using it to type up the list. also, I will continue to meet with it in secret, just until we're better aquainted and only when the coast is absolutely, completely clear.
speaking of lists, I am loving this one by madness and this one by lucy. also really loving this one. actually, all her lists are a little bit brilliant. am particularly fond of this one and this one. are there any more of you out there? please, do give me a gentle nudge in your direction. I am a girl who loves a good list. well, and terrific old typewriters that beg to be used.