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Typewriter Cards for Friends

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typewriter valentines

I used my two different Hero Arts typewriters to create Valentine’s Day cards.

Fun fact of the day: I love typewriters!

In 1972, when I was in 6th grade, I asked for a typewriter for Christmas. My mother found a good deal on a portable typewriter. It came with a storage/carrying case. I was in hog heaven. I taught myself how to type (after my mother, who took the business track through high school, showed me where to place my hands, which fingers struck which keys). What else should an 11 year old want to do??

The typewriter traveled with me to college (I even earned a few dollars typing term papers!). It went to Germany with us. The Offspring occasionally played with it.  It does still work, but I have to buy universal ribbons, and rewind them on to the spools that fit in my machine (and then the ribbon does not always feed properly).

typewriter table

Do you still have any gifts you received as a child? Interestingly enough, I also got a semi-precious birthstone ring and a nice (Lady Caravelle – still works) watch that year, and I still have both of those. No toys – I felt like such a grown up!

watch and ring 1972

Supplies: Stamps – Hero Arts, paper – Echo Park, Papertrey Ink White, Stampin’ Up! Basic Black, designer paper (retired), Melon Mambo, Real Red, Tempting Turquoise, inks – Copic C3, RV14, VersaFine Onyx Black, Satin Red, dies – Spellbinders, embossing folders – Provo Craft, enamel dots – Stampin’ Up!, jewels – A Muse Twinkle Stickers, embossing powder – Filigree Fine Art Powder clear, organdy ribbon – JoAnn’s.

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2 thoughts on “Typewriter Cards for Friends

  1. Your memory of the past amazes me. I’m lucky to remember what I got last Christmas.

    • Ah, give yourself some credit! I don’t remember what I got last year, either (no milestone gifts). The typewriter, the ring, the watch just made an impact happening all the same year. I can see 11 year old me at the typewriter in my bathrobe that Christmas morning.