If I could actually read a lick of French♥

7 DAYS.

O dear.

I better get crackin’.

1 gift down.

1 half done.

1 2/3 done.

And 1 in my head.

Laria,

be ready to love it.

We played an indoor game tonight.

We lost.

7-2.

And the man in the orange socks accidentally slapped me in the left side of my face.

(Who slaps a Koala Bear?)

I have to say,

I ♥ Fancy hats right now.

I think I need to go and write a bit with a hat or two.

I’m reading Les Miserables: Tome III.

IN FRENCH.

My Papa laughed at me.

And even though I really don’t understand it,

IT IS THE BEEZ KNEEZ♥.

Love.

-Bella(Koala Bear)

 

8 DAYS.

There’s only 8 more days.

I only have 1 gift done.

And 1 half done.

And another in my head.

Bother.

Ria,

you better love this.

(We lost our game. 8-2. O dear. I got hit in the face. But we play again tomorrow. Maybe we’ll win. Maybe I won’t get hit in the face.)

Love.

-Bella

Let’s hope my face is safe today…

INDOOR SOCCER GAME TODAY.

I GET TO PLAY DEFENSE.

GOODNESS ME.

I CANNOT WAIT.

My goal:

Don’t get hit on the left side of my face.

9 Days till Laria’s birthday.

I’m struggling with my gifts.

And I only have 9 days.

That’s not a lot of time.

That reminds me:

“How much time do we have?”

“Not a lot.”

Love that movie.

But that little truth is weighing over my head, and it’s the size of a piano.

Birthdays…Bother.

I’m in my purple J.Crew sweater.

And there’s SNOW outside.

I just have to say,

LOVE LIFE.

(It’s better in sweaters.)

Now off to church. And tea. Gifts that aren’t nearly done. The indoor center. Belle Fleur.  Cold fingers+hands. And whatever else is thrown at me today—maybe a snowball.

Love.

-Bella(Koala Bear)

.SHOES.

Laria sent this→ link to me. I love it. It’s the ELLE Shoe Diary blog. Really cute.

Here are my favourites:

Dries Van Noten Sandals↑.

Vintage Woven Flats↓.

BCBGirls Patent Leather Pumps↓.

Dries Van Noten Pumps↑.

Vintage Chanel Pumps↓.

I’ve had shoes on my mind lately. (Mostly because of my Indoor PUMAS.) I’ve thought about how you can tell a lot about people from their footwear. And how important shoes are in stories. Shoes are so important in stories. O so important. I don’t mention them nearly enough in my writings. Bother. I’ll have to work on that.

Love.

-Bella.dear(In the sparkly green flats.)

WHAT I REALLY WANT FOR CHRISTMAS…

Is the Toile Party Dress by SarahSeven on ETSY.

I think I’m kind of in love with it.

(Maybe you could sew a miracle Ria, and do a look-a-like for me?)

Love.

-Bella.dear

xoxo

I HEART Victor & Christabel.

This morning Ria told me this sounded like something I would write:

“He was happy and unhappy all at once. He was in love.”

-Victor and Christabel by: Petra Mathers

I blushed. I wish I could write something like that.

(This song is in my head today.)

Now I’m off to write in my jeans and poofy hair.

Maybe I’ll come up with something amazing for that novel of mine.

Something like Victor and Christabel.

Love.

-Bella♥

I am a Starfish.

“I am a starfish,” the little boy said as he lay there sprawled out on the wooden floor. “I can breathe like a starfish and live forever like a starfish.”

That was my little brother this morning during Mathematics—man, do I ever love that little boy. Who else has a life like mine?

(And some people wonder why I write what I write…)

Today has been sweet.

Creamy yellow sweater.

Apron.

BREAD BAKING.

Book binding.

Rooibos tea.

Tuna melts.

Dangling earrings.

OPERA.

And Starfish.

(Not to mention it’s only half over.)

Love.

-Bella♥

Rooibos makes your face hurt less.

We had an Indoor game tonight—I got hit in the face.

Again.

And we lost.

Again.

Down by 1.

But we have such great heart.

(At least that’s what we say…)

My life is a mish-mash of many a thing right now. In short:

.Brownies.

.Chariot by: Gavin DeGraw.

.PUMA indoor shoes.

.Christmas gifts.

.UNO.

.Some Scrabble.

.Writing.

.Blankets.

.Socks.

.Sparkly flats and black tights.

.Talking.Talking.Talking.

.Sweaters.

.Letters.

.Sore left side of my face.

.Searching for more Clare Darcy.

.Wanting Phineas Finn.

.Reading Shakespeare.

.OPERA.

.Cold fingers.

.Poofy hair.

It’s pretty darn grand.

I think I’ll head to bed.

And tomorrow I’ll have a cup of Rooibos tea.

And start Ria’s Christmas gift.

And wear my PUMAS around the house.

It will be sprucey.

Love.

-Bella.dear

There was once a theatre troupe that stood my town up…

My face still hurts.

Oh well…

***TO MY FACE***

Please stop getting in the soccer ball’s way.

Thank you.

***

:::

Yesterday I went and babysat some little children. I got to colour with them. I never realized how amazing CRAYOLA is. The names of the crayons are stunning and witty and marvelous.

***MY FAVOURITE CRAYOLA CRAYONS***

Chestnut

Tickle Me Pink

Dandelion

Apricot

Purple Pizzazz

Cadet Blue

Periwinkle

Sepia

Purple Mountain’s Majesty

Lavender

Melon

and

Salmon.

***

:::

Miss Tandy and I went to indoor practice. We got stuck practicing at the tennis courts.

***TAKE INTO CONSIDERATION WHEN JOINING AN INDOOR SOCCER TEAM***

Small town

=

No places that will let you kick soccer balls around inside.

***

And it snowed earlier. And we ended up playing on a sheet of ice. NOT SO GRAND. But at least we’ll be the most balanced team in our game on Sunday(literally).

:::

Last night there was supposed to be a Shakespeare fest at the High School. The actors didn’t show. Imagine that. I was so upset. I felt like crying in my little black dress and blue tights. I want to see a theatrical production so bad. And to see one by Shakespeare…that would of been darling. But it wasn’t. Because of the troupe. The troupe who stood my town up.

I AM FRUSTRATED WITH ACTORS.

:::

We decided to have a cookie-off in our kitchen with Daryel, Jorge, and Mikhal for consolation of lack of theatre troupes. It sort of worked. I laughed a lot. And we have a plate full of cookies that nobody wants. But I am still mad at the actors.

***NOTE TO ALL LADIES***

Don’t let boys bake cookies by themselves if they’ve never done it before.

***

:::

***THE MORAL***

Actors are upsetting.

Some boys cannot bake.

CRAYOLA has snazzy employees.

Indoor is worth it, but cold.

And your face is going to get hurt every so often.

***

:::

Love.

-Bella.dear

My face hurts.

veteransday09

Happy Veteran’s Day.

(GOOGLE is so smart.)

My new PUMA shoes are sprucey. I think they’re almost broken in.

I think my face is almost broken too. The left side at least. By the end of indoor, I am going to have some serious bruising on that cheek. How many times can you get hit on your face?

Poofy hair today.

Miss Kirstie Rae, YOU’LL HAVE A PACKAGE SOON. That little gift I’m making, IS DONE.

I think I’ll go and read my copy of WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE that my Papa brought me home.

(I HEART my Daddy♥.)

Love.

-Bella.dear

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i'm Bella.
i love clotheslines, writing, humor, the colour cornflower blue, ballet, baking bread, and freckles.
i collect red lipstick, bowties+neckties, vinyl records, and classic books.
i have J.Crew rainboots, too many {little black dresses}, a good hankering for italiano food everyday, and such a want to go see the opera.
i think boys with their shirtsleeves rolled up are better, Charles Dickens was amazing,vintage is the best, goodwill is the way to go, Church makes everyone hungry, and life is about swing dancing.

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