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.

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(This song is in my head today.)

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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 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♥

To that one man.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR.JOHN KEATS.

That was the first thought in my head this morning. And it was a good thought.

And today will be a good day.

•I curled my hair for John Keats.

•I’m going to watch xc Districts in my jeans.

•It’s John Keats’ Birthday.

•It’s only supposed to rain on AWARDS.

•I get to carry my red umbrella.

•It’s John Keats’ birthday.

•Trouser socks are in my drawer.

•CHOCOLATE MILK.

•It’s John Keats’ birthday.

•My voice is ready for some cheering.

•Did I mention it’s KEATS’ birthday?

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I HEART HIM.

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“I cannot see what flowers are at my feet…”

-Ode To A Nightingale.

“Point me out the way to any one particular beautous star, and I will flit into it…”

-HYPERION: A Fragment. BOOK III.

“…Like pearl beads dropping sudden from their string: and then another, then another strain…”

-HYPERION: A Fragment. Book II.

“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness…”

-ENDYMION: From BOOK I.

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And that is why.

Now I’m off to a cup of tea and letters written by Mr.KEATS.

Love.

-Bella.dear

loving that man.

i still have Keats on my mind.

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"A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never 
Pass into nothingness..."

-ENDYMION, from book I by: John Keats.

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i am so in love with him.

love.

-Bella

That sweet little Dormouse…O how fond i am of him.

i’m busy reading Keats (of course) and WHAT THE DORMOUSE SAID by: Amy Gash. such a terribly scrumptious book. it makes me want to collect every children’s book i ever fell in love with. which would be nearly all of them…*blush*.

here are some pieces i absolutely adore from THE DORMOUSE.

””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””’

“I hate being good.” -Mary Poppins by: P.L.Travers

“Wendy, Wendy, when you are sleeping in your silly bed you might be flying about with me saying funny things to the stars.” -Peter Pan by: J.M.Barrie

“He was happy and unhappy all at once. He was in love.” -Victor and Christabel by: Petra Mathers

“I am a bear of very little brain, and long words bother me.” -Winnie-The-Pooh by: A.A.Milne

“If tomorrow morning the sky falls…have clouds for breakfast. If night falls…use stars for streetlights.” -If You’re Afraid of The Dark, Remember The Night Rainbow by: Cooper Edens

“One doesn’t contradict a hungry tiger.” -My Father’s Dragon by: Ruth Stiles Gannett

“‘What time will dinner be tonight?’ said Frances. ‘Half-past six,’ said Mother. ‘Then I will have plenty of time to run away after dinner,’ said Frances.” -A Baby Sister for Frances by: Russell Hoban

–taken from WHAT THE DORMOUSE SAID by: Amy Gash.

””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””

now i think i’ll have a jolly time of it, and go write my own children’s stories.

cheerio.

love.

-Bella.dear

-John Keats

i went to sleep last night holding my pair of tap shoes, the strains of MOON RIVER sounding in the next room, the smell of tea tree oil about me, and the words of John Keats in my head.

i found out yesterday that they are making a film on John Keats. it’s called Bright Star. i LOVE John Keats. he is my favourite poet. and i want to see that film. O so badly. and they are making it. and it comes out this fall. and it is fall right now.

i was happy.

i woke up upset this morning.

i felt like i was going to be unhappy for some reason. and soon enough, i was.

we found out that Bright Star is not “coming to a theater near you.” (i.e. i cannot see it in theaters.) i am very upset. O so upset. because i ♥ John Keats. really i do. if there was one person i could go back in time to meet, it would be him. i LOVE him.

but i can wait. i can wait for that film to come out so we can rent it, and then i can wake up at 2 o’clock in the morning and watch it with Miss Tandy and Lala mia while the rest of the house is silent.

then i will be happy.

but for now i’ll be upset.

and watch the trailer over and over and over again.

(i’m already in LOVE with it.)

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this is why i don’t want to wait for Keats:

"Bright star! would I were stedfast as thou art--

Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night

And watching, with eternal lids apart,

Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,

The moving waters at their priestlike task

Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,

Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask

Of snow upon the mountains and the moors --

No -- yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,

Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,

To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,

Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,

Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,

And so live ever -- or else swoon to death."

-Sonnet (written on a blank page in Shakespeare’s Poems) by: John Keats.

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but i can wait. i can wait to rent that film. because it will be worth it. it will. and my little book of Keats is enough for now. so i can wait. i can wait.

love.

-Bella.dear

“Tut-tut, it looks like rain.”

i’ve been writing in my novel, knitting the last sleeve of a sweater for Miss Tandy, practicing soccer, and reading The World of Pooh.

here’s a taste.

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“… ‘Christopher Robin!’

‘Yes?’

‘Have you an umbrella in your house?’

‘I think so.’

‘I wish you would bring it out here, and walk up and down with it, and look up at me every now and then, and say ‘Tut-tut, it looks like rain.’ I think if you did that, it would help the deception which we are practising on these bees…’ “

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you’d have to be crazy not to love Pooh.

love.

-Bella.dear

introducing.

these are my J.Crew rainboots.

i ♥ them to death.

especially the little dalmatians on them.

i wore them today while riding my Dennis-Christopher-Schwinn-SPRINT-bicycle (and my Popi’s socks i stole) with Lala mia and Miss Tandy and Franny in the cul-de-sac.

i really want to sleep in them tonight. but, shhhh…if my Mumsie knows that, she won’t let me. *smile*.

today was a good day. it was filled with Smallville, Nicholas Nickleby, singing in Church, watering Clyde, reflections of friends, wishing for The Life and Adventures of Martin Chuzzlewit, and chocolate ice-cream.

{i wore my Lala’s little red/orange shirt and vintage high-waisted blue shorts and J.Crew rainboots for about half the day.}

today was a good day. so i decided to introduce my rainboots. so…introducing.

Bella's J.Crew rainboots

i’ll end on a quote.

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“Some people, I believe, have no hearts to break.”

-Nicholas Nickleby: by Charles Dickens

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i think that’s true. and in Charles Dicken’s life, he had a right to write that.

love.

-Bella.dear

p.s. i learned to ride my bike without hands! (sort of.) thank.you Mr.Sam and Lala mia. i can do it! (sort of.) Bella can now skip rocks and ride with no hands! (sort of.)

Rudy – or rather, Jesse Owens – made me cry.

today was day 5 of sports camp. the last day. i ♥ed it. i love being done. it feels good.

we went out to Panda Express afterwards.

i’m not sure if i like that place. but i like their cups…

Mumsie took Miss Tandy and i to the thrift shop in town today. i scored Far From The Madding Crowd and The Book Thief. i adore The Book Thief. the first time i read it, i cried at the end. but that was still my favourite part. when Rudy died. i cried and i had to put the book down because i couldn’t read it anymore. i was crying to hard. there was a melancholy taste in my mouth and i was angry and red to my ears. my favourite character always dies. always.

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“Rudy? She did more than mouth the word now. ‘Rudy?’ He lay with yellow hair and closed eyes, and the book thief ran toward him and fell down. She dropped the black book. ‘Rudy,’ she sobbed, ‘wake up….’ She grabbed him by his shirt and gave him just the slightest disbelieving shake. ‘Wake up, Rudy,’ and now, as the sky went on heating and showering ash, Liesel was holding Rudy Steiner’s shirt by the front. ‘Rudy, please.’ The tears grappled with her face. ‘Rudy, please, wake up, ——— –, wake up, I love you. Come on, Rudy, come on, Jesse Owens, don’t you know I love you, wake up, wake up, wake up….’ But nothing cared. The rubble just climbed higher. Concrete hills with caps of red. A beautiful, tear-stomped girl, shaking the dead. ‘Come on, Jesse Owens -’ But the boy did not wake. In disbelief, Liesel buried her head into Rudy’s chest. She held his limp body, trying to keep him form lolling back, until she needed to return him to the butchered ground. She did it gently. Slow. Slow. ‘—, Rudy….’ She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Liesel kissed her best friend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in an anarchist’s suit collection. She kissed him long and soft, and when she pulled herself away, she touched his mouth with her fingers. Her hands were trembling, her lips were fleshy, and she leaned in once more, this time losing control and misjudging it. Their teeth collided on the demolished world of Himmel Street. She did not say goodbye.”

-The Book Thief: by Marcus Zusak

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i waited the whole book to read that part. it reminds me of that scene in the movie The Notebook. when he says, “what do you want from me?” over and over and over again. i waited so long to read that part. and then i cried. Marcus Zusak made me cry.

(funny story from yesterday. as we drove to camp, we passed a Dutch Bros. there was a young man working in the drive-through and a lady in her car. the young man was handing her coffee and the woman was dancing like a crazzzzy lady. ‘raising the roof’ in her car or so to speak. so funny.)

i keep seeing all this amazing stuff.
i really need to keep an anthropology notebook....

{i wore the traveling dress today}. and when we went for our walk a few minutes ago, i had on {a cream coloured coat}. it was a snazzy day for dress up and red lips.

now off to a library potluck and a search for an anthropology notebook.
again.

love.

-Bella.dear

Georgina:::::::::::

today my Lala and i are making buttons for our blogs. i already put her’s on the side of my blog. take a peeksie at it. she’s a wonder. i like her’s. a lot.

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we really need some bread. we have none. maybe if i find the time, i’ll slip an apron on and whip some up. bread is my favourite thing to make. it’s the only thing i can make. at least, that’s what i say. and believe me i’ve tried to make other things. out of the 3 cakes i’ve baked, all of them broke. and my apple pie, well, let’s just say that fell to pieces. *blush*. i’m not an a.m.a.z.i.n.g baker. but i am a bread baker. and i love that.

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for my little button for my blog, i’m going to use our clothesline. i ♥ our clothesline. and of course, it will involve a {little black dress.}

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i’ve had my nose buried in Georgina by Clare Darcy. i think that book is pretty darn cute. it’s not as incredible as Pride and Prejudice. or as lovely as Evelina. but i like it. i like Shannon the best. but Georgina is awfully adorable too. i like how Shannon is never the representation of pure chivalry, but he always plays the part of unruly gentleman. the man who shows up just to cause trouble and then says he had nothing to do with it. i find him amusing. and i love how he loves Georgina and won’t even say it. i think Georgina is adorable because she seems to despise Shannon for his behavior but can’t help but love him. and she is terrible at hiding her feelings and intentions. but i do like Shannon best.

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i made these little blue and white napkins for my Mumsie one Chrsitmas. i think i’ll incorporate those into my button too…

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Miss Tandy lost her Thomas Hardy book. O dear. i do hope she finds it.

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my button will have 1 bit of cornflower blue.

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here’s some Georgina:

” ‘How did you know who I was?’ She demanded. ‘No one else did!’  ‘I should’nt be to certain of that, if I were you,’ he said dryly. ‘These people have a great deal of tact, Miss Power, and if they were to observe a strawboy wearing footwear of a sort that assuredly is not common among country lads, they would not necessarily take it on themselves to embarrass him – or her – by calling attention to the fact.’ She instinctively looked down at the tips of the soft blue slippers peeping from beneath her straw skirt…”

i love that part.

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now off to take some pictures for my blog button.

love.

-Bella