My mate, Ampersand Duck, has a bit of a thing about typewriters. So I thought I'd post this:
My brother gave me this years ago. It's in its box and folds up all ready to carry around. It's a beautiful piece of machinery. I have no idea how old it is but it must be early twentieth century.
In the mean time, I thought I'd treat myself and went to the garden place last weekend to get some veg for the season. Someone there obviously had several trees/bushes which were producing gorgeous flowers. They were selling bunches for $3 a pop.
So I have fresh flowers in the house which is a bit unusual. Fantastic to have a Waratah in the house. And I'm very pleased that it matches the gorgeous quilt in the background made by my mother.
The table underneath belonged to my grandmother. I didn't know her, but it's great to have a little bit of her life in mine.