But I only thought of it this morning, so what to do? Sure, I could just use some business card making software and get some of those perforated card stock sheets for the printer, but that just isn't my style. I like to do things in the most obsolete and time consuming way I can find. So,
I went to the stationary store and picked up a couple dozen of the oak-tag tickets, complete with strings attached, the ran them one by one through my Dad's old Smith Corona 'Super Sterling' manual typewriter.
Yes, this thing actually still had ink on it's ribbon. Remember the smell of a typewriter? I didn't, until I opened the case. It was comforting. Before I got working, The Boy had a grand time banging things out on this quaint machine, as I explained to him that nearly all of the people he meets his age will likely never have seen a typewriter, let alone used one. My Dad wrote all of his college papers on this machine. Hell, I even remember doing a book report or two on it in the sixth grade. How can I get rid of such a thing? Besides, the uneven look of typewritten text, some letters faint, some heavy, some dropped below the line, is a particular something impossible to reproduce with a computer. If you run your finger along the type, you can feel the impression of the letters made by the hammers.
Dig especially the fraction key...seriously. What could say "An Affordable Wardrobe" better than hand typed oak-tag business cards? I almost feel compelled to drop some off at Thom Browne, as long as I'm in the city.With that, I bid you all farewell until my return on Sunday with reports of the Pop Up Flea. If you're in New York, perhaps we'll run into each other.
