Little Red Invicta

Adam & Eve Mews today is a very posh residential street, the old typewriter shop is a private residence now.

the shop in Old Town, ‘Goods Depot’ I love the Georgian postbox – still a fully functional postbox.

the typewriter in the shop some months ago

the typeface is pica -10cpi

On the Thames

My first zip on the cable cars yesterday. I do not have a head for heights so taking photos was a good distraction.

Getting my land legs back along Southbank, we met these guys. It was so good to see poets with typewriters again. I asked for a poem, and received a lovey response.

I love the fact that the word “unbroken” is the only word here with a typo. The poets blog included here at the top of the image 🙂

120 lino prints…

being sewn into a first run of ten little books

This is tank-top guy feeling festive

This is Crow, missing her friend Tank-top guy

Sometimes when you miss someone, you just have to caw them up on the phone…

and work out how to spend time together, in a corvid safe way.

collage a message

Sometimes you need to say it with paper and glue

Stills from a movie, Day 37

I’m making things, not really typing, not really writing. This is from a photo we took of our shadows on a night walk last summer. Now the longest we’ve been apart since we got together and every day from now on until lockdown is over.

Thinking of you all. Keep on staying safe xx

Love letters

Typed on Olympia SM3, 14cpi

Colours of Lockdown… day 25

This lockdown A4 foldout inspired by a Farrow and Ball colour chart

Teddy is self isolating

His friends stopped by to say hi, but they are keeping the required distance apart. Cat and Bunny were not at home when lockdown started and everyone misses each other a lot. Especially hugs. But staying safe is best.

ond ic reotugu sæt

revisiting wulf and eadwacer.

wulf is on one island, i on another…

 

Underwood 5 progress

Emergency drawband repair!

As soon as I had got the valentine underwood home, I saw that the drawband was so frayed it was about to go. Before I did anything else, (even brewed a cup of tea) I found some strong linen button thread and put some stitches into the strap. However I could see that just poking the needle through would break the strap, so I held it steady with a pair of tweezers. There are no in-progress pictures as it was touch and go. The strap broke after a couple of stitches and I heard the mainspring lose a bit of tension, but the thing held and I finished off with a few more stitches.

No serial number

I looked long and hard for the serial number and consulted a lot of photos on the database to check I was looking in all the right places. Eventually I discovered this ground down plate under a layer of rust and grime… Thanks to Richard Polt for pointing me to the secret back-up serial number hiding place under the nickelled plate on the right of the carriage!

Serial number hiding place

Everything was stiff and rusty, especially the margin stops. I struggled to get them to shift and too impatient to sort it, I wrote a letter with a rather narrow format. Then in the evening we burned the rice for our Valentine’s Day curry while we tried to work out how to shift the stops. Badly. However with all the windows open to let the freezing night air in, and the smoke out, the air cleared enough to get a screwdriver into action and take the ruler off to clean up the stops…

This stop is for the right hand side! Of course it is!

And this is the left margin stop. Slightly different arrangement under there.

You might notice the plastic spools on the machine at this point. I was too excited to try typing to be bothered respooling and found that the lettera 22 spools worked ok for a test run. I’ve missed having a filthy thing. On with the cleaning!

Totally smitten with these stained legends