Archive for January, 2010

Joli.

There was lipstick stains on her teacup. It was called “moccacino” or something tasty like that. A deep pink colour. She liked it a lot. She’d probably wear it again tomorrow. To Church. She would like that too.

Her tea was chamomile. And her sweater was a pale grey. Her hair looked nice. She was pleased with it today. It reminded her of the movie “The Notebook.” She was happy today.

Her little sister was watching “Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist.” She didn’t really like that movie. At least, she didn’t really like what she’d seen of that movie. She’d only seen the beginning. It didn’t make her heart very happy. But she wasn’t going to lie. The girl in it was pretty. Very pretty. That made her heart happy. She liked pretty people for some reason.

Today she learned how to say pretty in French. “Joli.” It made her happy. She liked that word. It sounded sweet. And it tasted nice.

Happy heart. A joli girl on the television. Sweet tasting lipstick. Sweaters. Hopes of Goodwill shopping tonight. More tea. And nice hair.

WHAT MORE COULD A GIRL ASK FOR?

Answer not necessary.

Love.from

Bella

If I could, I would drive myself to Freddie’s and buy myself chai tea. But I am a patient young woman instead.

The door slammed. Again. And very loudly at that. She leaned back in her seat and brushed the palms of her hands down the front of her red skirt. Her earrings jingled in her ears. She yawned and pulled the sleeves of her sweater up. She wanted to take her UGG boots off and sit in her socks. She wanted to be done with this silly test and go and read C.S.Lewis’ The Screwtape letters.  But she was distracted. She shook her head. And studied the question. Then she chose her answer. She got it right.

Her heart felt hilarious. She liked passing that test. And walking out of the DMV office with a driver’s permit. It felt good. And it made her laugh.

NOW SHE COULD GO AND LEARN TO DRIVE. (And read her sister’s copy of The Screwtape Letters.)

Today she had muffins for breakfast. While wearing black tights and her Daddy’s socks and a white flower on a headband in her hair. She felt good. Happy. Her heart still felt hilarious. She was itching to go and try to learn to drive. But she slowed herself down. She read a little.

“My dear Wormwood, So! Your man is in love—and in the worst kind he could have possibly fallen into…” -The Screwtape Letters

Took time to pray on her knees. Learned to pronounce tête-à-tête & cœur properly. Wrote in an adorable story about 2 boys in love with 1 girl. Played with her hair. Laughed. And looked at The Orange Tree (←click it).

But she still wanted to go driving. But she could wait. Patience is admired in young women–at least that’s what they say. So she would work on her patience. And practice her driving in her head. And everything would be fine.

Love.from

-Bella

•Sunday

It was Sunday. She was in love with Sunday. You got to dress up on Sunday.

Today she wore a bright red skirt, grenadine lips, and a black tie-front sweater. A little pearl around her throat. Shoes with bows on the toes on her feet.

It was raining outside.

After Church she and her two sisters had to run two blocks. A mad dash in the downpour. They laughed the whole way. And her feet got cold. And her hands. And she was carrying Raspberry Green tea. But she was happy. And her eyes were bright. And her tea was still warm.

She was in love with Sunday.

Love.from

-Bella

Today I’m Bell.

Today she felt worse. Worse than before. She hated being sick. But she loved the tea. The tea almost made it worthwhile. Especially today’s. It was White Christmas from Harney & Sons. Complients of mon petit chou. She loved that girl. And that tea.

Today she wore a pink tee shirt. And boy’s jeans. And dangling silver earrings. Her hair was curly and in her face. And she had argyle socks and red lips on. She felt nice. Still sick, but nice. And she smelled like Cherry Blossoms. You always feel better when you smell nice.

Today her friend Sam was leaving.

And today the girl who smelled nice learned a new French word.

Joyeux.

Love.from

-Bell

Long days

She woke up unhappy. She felt sick. So she put her red pillow over her head for a few minutes. But only a few minutes. Her feet got too hot in her Daddy’s socks. And she had to pull them off. And then she really had to wake up.

Ten minutes later she walked into the kitchen. Wearing a blue Ballet-Oregon tee shirt and jeans. She boiled some water in the kettle and ate a brownie for breakfast. Today was going to be a long day. She always ate chocolate when she knew it was going to be a long day. Then she drank a cup of Sweet Lemon tea and chatted with her “mon petit chou.” She spent some time on Forvo, pronouncing French properly. She wished for a frother. She really wanted a frother. And she lied to herself. The girl with the poofy hair and ceramic mug lied to herself. She said,

“I am not sick.”

But she knew it was a lie. So she gave it up. And went to make herself another cup of tea–with honey. Even though she hated honey. And study French. And write in her novel. And start her long day. It was going to be a long day.

Love.from

-Bella

Sherlock Holmes (I HEART ROBERT DOWNEY JR.)

The seats were awfully uncomfortable. But she crossed her legs and tried her best. Her jeans were comfortable. And slipping her shoes off and leaving her socks on was comfortable. And even though her hair was a mess, she was comfortable with how she looked. But those seats…there should have been a law against them. Movie theatre seats were supposed to want to make you stay there. They were not supposed to make you want to sit on the floor.

She was tired. Her eyes were sleepy. And she almost didn’t want to be there.

The man behind her was intolerably annoying. He laughed at all the wrong parts. The sad parts. And when an actual pun was intended, he missed it. It drove her mad. She wished for earmuffs. Or for him to leave. Or something.

It should have been a horrible time. But it wasn’t.

The movie saved itself. It was brilliant. The actors were adorable. The script was witty. And the filming was to die for. She loved it. Sitting in that uncomfortable movie theatre seat, wearing socks without shoes, looking like she had just woken up, and sleep falling from her eyes, she really did fall in love with it.

And the girl in the jeans with the messy hair left the movie theatre happy. Even though she had wanted to sit on the floor.

Love.from

-Bella

French Fry Love.

Found this.

Absolutely adore this.

And I really like this.

SO VERY HAPPY(Limited Edition)

SWEET AND SOUR

BEAUTIFUL DAY

It’s DAZEYCHIC‘s shop on ETSY: STUDIO MELA.

Her motto…

“Surround yourself in positivity.”

What’s not to love about that?

(Click the links below the prints to see them in the shop.)

I would pay $20+ for one of these prints.

But I don’t have $20+.

So I’m content to look & like & wish.

Have a killer day. I know I will.

Love.from

-Bella♥

•GOOD TOAST•

•HEART DRAWN IN THE CRUMBS FROM TOAST?•

•YES PLEASE.•

Life is sweet right now.

Love.from

-Bella

COLD FINGERS.

This was a good Sunday.

I HEART SUNDAY.

Even when my fingers are cold.

And I finished reading the Driver’s Manual yesterday.

In one day.

Never knew I would be so proud of finishing such a boring book.

Love.from

-Bella

Tulips on the table.

Laria got the LANDON AUSTIN INTERVIEW up this morning.

I spent 48 minutes reading a driver’s manual while wearing a pale blue Banana Republic sweater and drinking chai tea earlier.

I have a bright RED skirt and little green earrings on.

Yesterday I spent most of my time drinking a Caffe Americano from STARBUCKS with a good friend who has chocolate eyes.

I cannot for the life of me get over Nelson Mandela’s neckties in that movie.

My fingers are cold.

My heart is happy this morning.

So I’m telling you to:

(Photo via NotebookDoodles)

My Daddy just walked in the door with tulips.

(Flowers for my Mother, but my eyes will eat them up.)

And I found some more words for those little stories of mine.

But they’re works in progress.

Love.from

-Bella

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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.

that's me in a nutshell.

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