The other day Gloria from The Little Red House With The White Porch asked me how I was going to display one of my old typewriters. I had to laugh to myself.
Oh, if you could only see where Kate is right now. Oh, wait. I have a blog, you can see.
Here she is in. Hanging out on my kitchen counter.
Did you have visions of a charming little vignette involving the typewriter with a vintage letter in the carriage next to a silver urn full of fresh hydrangea? Me too.
But this is reality. I put her here and started shining her up a bit.
That was at least two or three weeks ago and she's been sitting here every since. In that picturesque place between the compost pail and my knife block. Waiting for me to have more time to devote to her.
Someday (my husband is asking when) I will find a more suitable place for Her Royal Highness.