My beautiful boyfriend bought me this beautiful typewriter on a beautiful Friday, and everything’s beautiful.
Seriously, it’s a Corona #3 portable, circa 1917, and it’s amazing, and I’m obsessed with it. It folds up, and it’s so teeny tiny (it only has three rows of keys!), and I’m only going to correspond via letters I write on it from now on, and ahh, I love it so very much.
I wonder what was written on it in the past hundred years…