Last month when I sold my wares at a local fall festival, Mr. VJIMT went searching for treasures by his lonesome.
He didn't come back with much, but he did find a typewriter. A really sad, mostly destroyed typewriter.
Now you know I don't like to see any harm come to any of those wondrous machines, but this one was in really bad shape. We managed to salvage the plastic keys, which while not as desirable as the metal ones, can still be reused by a clever artisan.
He also found this fabulous folk art-y painting.
It's done directly on an old piece of wood -- this is the back.
I like the colors and the texture of the wood under the paint.
It's signed and dated, but we don't know whether that's 1945 or 1845.
What's your guess?