Hoorah!

Hoorah! I finally made it to 'The Bread and Butter Letter' on New North Rd in Auckland's 'almost city'. Sans child too...so i could potter to hearts content. Vintage and handmade loveliness. And, everything (well, mostly) is between 10 and 30 dollars. I walked away with a vintage housedress, a pair of Zak shoes (and yes, i am old enough that the shoes i wore in my girlhood are now considered vintage.) and a little mint green vintage typewriter. Hoorah indeed!

I have been on the look out for one for awhile and it was all i could do to not do a little dance of joy when i saw it sitting there. I may have wiggled excessively waiting for the cross signal at the traffic lights with it tucked under my arm though. Possibly.

Perfect timing...the small one is picking out words he knows as we read together and is beginning to write. (And, regularly asks me definitions of ludicrous words at 6am pre-coffee...'mama, what does presumptous mean?' etc. Sheesh.)

Mama has been having great fun too. I grew up in the era of girls being encouraged to take the domestic arts and typing and shorthand at school. I point blank refused. I was a closet typewriter user.

It works perfectly and came with a carry case. I am tempted to travel with it and plonk it on cafe table among all those laptops...tee hee!