Oh it's a fine and lovely day when I can pack my car's trunk with a antique Underwood typewriter, vintage radio, and gingko leaves to press.
Not just fine but hot damn an uplifting soul serving adventure of a day!
When the Underwood typewriter and I locked eyes over a month ago it was love at first sight. Time stopped, the room spun, and I knew that our souls were entwined. We now pronounce you... wait a minute! There I go again getting carried away... tee hee. You get the point though... I was in love.
Over the weeks I slowly paid it off and just the other day was able to bring it home. That, and a vintage Sony radio from the 70's. Yeah, it's not that old but ooooh baby is it sexy in it's old grandpa sitting room style. I would of been able to leave it there (maybe) if it weren't when I inquired about it that my friend and owner of the shop (Any Old Thing) plugged it in and let the room reverberate with only the sound an old radio can exude.
Now my Underwood sits in the dining room amongst all of our curiosties and collected items, the radio humming away on the kitchen counter where I now have tunes to dance to whilst cooking. I can't remember the last time I touched a actual radio (car doesn't count) or even had one like this in my posession.
When I look at items like this, bring them back to our home, and give them a place of their own... it warms my heart. Not only because my collection grows but because my children are being brought up amongst dying relics. They will know what these items are when they are but a whisper in this world of new and digital.
Us pickers, collectors, and hoarders are like individual living museums of things past.
We are rare, wide spread, and could be living right next door.