19 March 18: Typewriter tales

Over the weekend I collected second-in-command from a sleepover. When I walked into the kitchen, there, sat on the side, was a raspberry pink typewriter (top left). His friend desperately wants to be a writer and has decided to do it the old-fashioned way. I had a similar experience when I was 16 and my mum bought me a typewriter (a forest green Olivetti). I couldn’t go back to it now (I’d waste whole forests of paper in the process, for sure) but there’s something about labouring over a typewriter that really connects you with the craft of writing something. Oh, and like so many analogue objects, I find typewriters things of great beauty. Do you have any typewriter tales?
Martha, The Colour File x