Call me a hopeless romantic. I don’t know if it’s the English teacher in me who constantly analyzes literature for deeper meaning and has inspirational discussions with high schoolers on a daily basis (those teeny-boppers have some powerful minds), but I always find myself drawn to houses that could tell a story.
My mom and I have had this discussion multiple times about how lovely it would be to live in an old Victorian house. If only I could get over the idea of potential ghosts sharing their dwellings with me. Eep! Yes, I’m a wuss.
So on the opposite end of the spectrum, the Shaver three live in a newly built ghost-free cookie cutter that I do love, but a part of me lately has been looking for ways to make it look like it has a bigger history. Last week as I was shopping at a thrift store, one of those longed-for historical pieces hit me like a freight train.
There it was, a bonafide vintage Remington typewriter! My little feet couldn’t carry me fast enough when I spotted it from across the store, and during my speed walk / sprint over to it before someone else could spot it, I chanted to myself Please don’t be sold. Please don’t be sold.
By some miracle, it still had the for sale tag on it, and it was… wait for it… 9 DOLLARS! It even still had ink and worked! That hunk of beautiful junk was in my cart in a heartbeat. I didn’t even care that I had no idea where in my house I would put it at the time, but then I realized how perfect it would be in our Restoration Hardware-esque military themed office.
Remember this inspiration from our desk find?
Perfection. So far, Robert and I have collected a few items as we have seen vintage military decor on random shopping trips (pardon the bad quality cell phone pic below).
I found the chalkboard / mail organizer at Marshall’s in the clearance section for $20 (originally $60). The flag and medal display case was on the clearance aisle at Hobby Lobby for $25 (originally $80). And Robert found the old war bonds advertisement at a local antique shop that will make great wall art.
Once I put the typewriter with the other pieces, it couldn’t have been more perfect. Completely meant to be. I find myself just stopping as I walk by it and wondering if this old thing ever produced a literary masterpiece or wrote long distance love letters or what maybe inspired the person who once used it. If only it could tell me its story…