Dear

Dear world,

I WILL SEW MY FINGERS OFF TODAY.

Maybe.

Love.

-Bella

I have been to the ballet.

Laria showed me these pictures from The Washington Ballet.

I fell head over heels in love♥.

(The Portland Ballet is going on next week & all through Christmas. They’re doing The Nutcracker. I want to go so badly I could cry.)

You know, I have been to the ballet before.

I saw Swan Lake.

Just thought you should know.

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Dear Ballet,

I kind of love you to death.

And I’ve only seen you once.

But I will go again.

For sure.

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West Side Story is still on BROADWAY.

I think it looks like masterpiece.

I’ve never been to see BROADWAY.

But one day I’ll go.

Just thought I would let you know.

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Dear BROADWAY,

You are to die for.

But way too hard to get to.

But I forgive you.

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Today is going to be a swell day.

I am determined.

Because good things will happen to me.

(And there’s a Christmas parade tonight.)

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Dear Today,

Pleased to meet you.

And even though you’ve made my fingers cold,

we will be friends.

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Love.

-Bella

P.S.

Dear Mother & Daddy,

I still want little shoes with big bows on the tops for Christmas.

*Hint, hint.*

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.

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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.

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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.

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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).

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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.

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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.

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***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.

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Love.

-Bella.dear

I think John Keats would of liked it when the ladies wore pretties in their hair.

We had some killer indoor practice last night. Our first game is on Sunday. THIS SUNDAY. I’m pretty darn excited if you can tell. I’m just not sure which shoes to wear. O dear. Shoes are so important. And I’m just not sure…

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Dear shoes for indoor,

Where are you?

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I was on ETSY this morning. Obsessing over Which.Goose(click it) and all the lovely hair dandies they make. I adore hair dandies. (I’ve been trying to figure out if they’ll let me wear something in my hair during indoor. It’s not like they can kick me out if I have a flower pinned in my hair…right?)

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Dear indoor people,

Can I wear my hair things in the games?

Please?

The last one is my favourite.

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Dear Which.Goose,

I kind of LOVE you.

We(Miss Tandy, Ria, and I) had a discussion yesterday of what we thought boys might think when you wear something in your hair. I mean, do you guys really like it? Or do you walk about in wonderment of why ever the little ladies love to spritz up their hair with pins and flowers and butterflies? Really though, what do you think of it?

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Dear boys,

Do you like my hair things?

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I THINK I’M TIRED OF UNO. JUST SAYING.

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Dear UNO,

I hate you right now.

I think I will hide you.

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John Keats is still written all over my head. I LOVE that man. There is no one like him. I was reading one of his letters the other day, and this is what it said:

“I am afraid to write to her— to receive a letter from her— to see her handwriting would break my heart— even to hear of her anyhow, to see her name written, would be more than I can bear…If I had any chance of recovery, this passion would kill me…”

–To Charles Brown

1 November 1820

John Keats

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Dear KEATS,

I HEART you.

But you already knew that.

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Now I’m off to figure out shoes, indoor rules concerning hair, KEATS, tie-dye later on, and breakfast.

Love.

-Bella.dear♥

It’s FRIDAY and I have sweeet things in my head.

Dear Yesterday,

You weren’t the best day.

PING-PONG was fun.

Tennis was hard.

And the Dentist was horrid.

But I have to say,

I LOVED THE RUNNING.

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Dear People who have chosen “Tooth Care” to be their life,

I feel sorry for you.

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Dear John Keats,

I am in LOVE with you. Really I am. I don’t know how you did it. How you wrote the things you wrote. It is AMAZING. I would go back in time just to marry you. Just to meet you actually. Tomorrow is going to be grand. I will wish you happy birthday. And I will read ENDYMION almost all day. And I will wear your name somehow(I want to do something poetic…).

I HEART YOU.

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Dear people who have been wanting a sweet tid-bit(If there are any),

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He was at least 7 feet away from her when he got down on one knee. It was ironic in a way. He was proposing, he wanted to spend the rest of his life close to her, and he was asking her to marry him from 7 feet away. She laughed at how absurd it seemed at the time. She had never expected him to do this. Not here, not in the middle of the street. But as he knelt there, holding out the ring to her, wearing his starched white shirt,

with his hair a mess,

and his italian leather shoes being scuffed on the asphalt because his knees were shaking,

she realized he was doing it.

And she realized no matter how absurd it was, she had wanted him to do it for the past month. No—she had wanted him to do it from the moment she met him. And this was that moment. And she could say yes. So she did. And the young lady in the periwinkle coloured dress,

and the red heels,

with the strawberry coloured hair piled on top of her head,

and the quivering hands,

ran to him.

In the middle of the street.

And then they kissed.

And the cars kept going.

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I like it. Do you?

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Dear left leg,

I wish you were less bothersome.

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Dear sunflower blanket,

you are grand.

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Dear poofy hair,

You are my favourite.

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Dear IMC Districts tomorrow,

I will wear my jeans to you. And curl my hair. And take mile splits. And hold my red umbrella. And cheer. And I will be sure to love you.

Because who doesn’t love Districts?

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Love.

-Bella.dear

FRIDAY (with TONY and Ria.)

its FRIDAY.

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Dear DOLCE &GABBANA,

i wish you smelled as good on me as you do on Ria.

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Dear cantoloupe,

you’re pretty darn scrumptious.

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Dear hard workout today,

i think i’m ready for you.

you can’t be that hard.

well maybe…

or else you wouldn’t be called

HARD.

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Dear West Side Story,

you rock my socks off. and there is nothing in the world like you. you are a MASTERPIECE. and i just have to say, I ♥ TONY. and everyone should HEART him too.

(i wish i could see you on Broadway. 8 o’clock, NY, Palace Theatre, TONIGHT. but i suppose i’ll have to settle for the couch and Ria and the film.)

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Dear Christmas gifts,

you are making my head hurt.

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Dear Mr.Dante and his RUBIKS cube,

you’ll solve it someday dear.

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Dear bicycle,

i’m kind of upset that you broke. you make my face turn red. and my ears turn red.

fix yourself.

just kidding. i’ll try to fix you. but Papa will have to do most of the work.

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Dear boys jeans,

why O why do Miss Tandy and Ria each get a pair of you and i do not? i don’t think that’s quite fair. do you?

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Dear Ria,

let’s play Project Runway today sweetheart.

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Dear story,

you

are

scrumptious.

(one of my favourites.)

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much love.

-Bella

xoxoxoxo

–The FRIDAY Letters

so….i’m starting a new little thing. i feel like writing letters to nobody and everybody on my blog. they’re called The FRIDAY Letters (’cause its Friday). i’m kind of excited. and you should be too.

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Dear UGG boots,

i ♥ you. and i’m pretty sure i will cry when Ria takes you away.

Dear Miss Kirstie Rae,

i’m almost done that little present. well, almost halfway done. there are 2 parts to finish. but you’ll LOVE it dear. i’m sure.

Dear indoor soccer,

you are spendy. but i forgive you. because you are also fun. and that cancels out the spendy. sort of.

Dear Ria,

we should play Project Runway soon. maybe tonight? that would be grand. but i warn you, my shoulders are twice the size of those models’.

and i’m proud of it.

Dear WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE,

you are so rad. and snazzy. and i HEART you forever. this little project involving you is pretty darn complicated. but pretty darn lovely. really though, why i make up presents that are so hard to finish i do not know…

Dear yellow yarn,

i like the look of you wrapped about Ria’s fingers.

Dear typewriter,

you are a life-saver.

Dear sunshine,

ummm, why are you here?

just kidding.

but no, really, it’s supposed to be winter.

and i do not want snow late in the year.

Dear DOLCE & GABBANA©,

you smell scrumptious.

Dear sewing machine,

ready to be used?

Dear black tights,

i love you. i love running in you. i love how warm you are. i love the way you look with men’s trouser socks and flats. i just pretty much love you. you should feel special.

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(i’ll be posting some sweet tid-bits soon. i promise.)

love.

-Bella.dear