Throwing ink onto a page - hello ITAM!

 

We're doing ITAM again? Well, why didn't you say so!

Here's the machine that re-introduced me to the beauty of typewriters. 

Pardon the late night Monday fatigue grammar and rambling. 

And the odd side-step into bad poetry. 

 

You know... Every time I write on this machine, I'm surprised by how well it works! Sure, it's not a sexy Hermes super-model, and isn't built for speed. But it is a great machine.  It feels like an old workhorse, and I just.... love writing at it. I feel the writing.

10:15 on a friday night.

(Pardon the over use of the term: 'Before long' up there, I wasn't quite paying attention as I typed). 

The Quiet-riter is perfect for small hands the love smashing keys as hard as possible. 

Pardon my dishevelled appearance, I'd not seen a comb in 12 hours, bed in 20 and a razor in 2 days. For some reason I was so tired that I'd forgotten to put my glasses on. Oh, and that's my PJs shirt. 

These two sit on the shelf next to my desk - ready to be grabbed and typed with at any time. 

"Come on kids... I haven't even had breakfast yet"! 

$30? Nice and clean... but no thanks. I couldn't even be bothered bargaining.