Isolated islands, round circumference,
Lands of lettered and vast indifference,
That rise like steps sustained by stilts,
This structure by which all else is built.
Ten fingers make each lonely step unite,
Changing a quadrant once bare winter-white,
To a scape all full of an emptied head,
To a place that can sing or sob when read.
This archipelago, stone-still and quiet,
Waits for its change and steed-charge unsilent;
Then clickety-clack trot the keys on
This grand tool of composition.
If you haven’t figured it by now, I found Dan an old vintage typewriter in one of my favorite vintage shops. I’d been hiding it away since october, so tempted to give it to him early. But, I made it to the big Christmas Day reveal. He’s been doing a lot of writing lately and always talks about how neat it would be to work at an old typewriter. I have to admit, I didn’t see the draw at first–it’s loud, there’s no backspace button, little sheets of whiteout strips, flimsy typewriter paper, no save button, paper rolled crookedly into place. But after sitting down to a few sessions at the old keys, I can see the attraction. It slows you down, you think about each letter, each word, the perfect time to start a new line. The keys make such a rewarding sound with each press, the ding of the bell to remind you that you’re coming to the end. I find myself sitting down to type out a few words more often than I thought I would. I type my own name and work through the names of people in my family, or the lyrics to the song on the stereo, trying to keep some sort of rhythm with the bang of the keys.
I’m definitely thinking this was a good gift…
HOWEVER, I think I may have been outdone. Below is a picture of the typewriter sitting proudly on MY gift from Dan…a new dining room table that he made for me. I love it—the dark stain, the wide boards, the tapered legs, the character of the wood showing through. He even picked out the runner that is on top, for the perfect Christmas showing. You have to love a handy husband!
And finally this post wouldn’t be complete without revealing the best gift given to the girls. This dollhouse from plan toys has gotten lots of use since Christmas Day. Although Mary tends to throw some furniture around and play dolls on top of Emma’s head, it still has been great fun for them both.