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.”

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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…)

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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♥

yellow shoes and red lips make me happy.

i am in ♥ with Spirocreations on Etsy right now. their shoes just blow me away.

Tinkerbell Ballet Flats

i think the Tinkerbell Ballet Flats are my favourite. but the Mary-Jane Moccasins are a close second.

Mary-Jane Moccasins

this Husband and Wife team are marvelous. so talented. it makes my head spin. take a look if you can…

{i’m wearing a little graphic pattern skirt today. and red lipstick.} i’m happy.

we went to the grocery store earlier this morning. i found some LEGOS in the parking lot. only once in my life will that happen i think…

on tap for this day:

•bread baking in an apron.

•cleaning.

•making little felt flower hair-pins.

•writing letters.

•finding an ice-cream recipe for the party.

•and watching some Aaron Stone with Mr.Dante.

(i woke up in a sour mood this morning. Franny has been stealing my socks and wearing them for 3 days in a row. that is just as bad as when my feet get hot. i hate it. makes me want to rip up a thousand pairs of socks. including mine. *sigh*. the downs of living in a family of 7.) but you know something? who can be in a sour mood while wearing Reel Red lipstick? i.can’t.that’s.for.sure. so i put it on and made myself happy. i will always collect red lipstick. and then i will always be happy.

now i’m off to wish for shoes and bake a loaf of bread and cry over Rudy Steiner who died in The Book Thief today. (i finished reading it again. for just about the 5th time).

love.

-Bella.dear

A.m.a.z.i.n.g day.

i’m sooooo tired. it’s far too hot outside. the heat makes me sleepy. and grumpy. i’ve been snappy lately. but i’m fighting it. my day has spoken of a.m.a.z.i.n.g since i woke up.

when i opened my bleary eyes after a night on the trampoline with Miss Tandy and Lala, the sun was just coming up. a cotton candy coloured sky is lovely. very a.m.a.z.i.n.g.

i played a GAME WAR with Mr.Dante. we boxed with little plastic men. we played Trouble. and we even dared to risk a bit of Jumanji (no, the game did not suck us into it). he won the WAR. afterwards, we drew together. i drew superheroes with spindly legs and he made little men in snazzy costumes. completely a.m.a.z.i.n.g.

today {i’m wearing my black and cream coloured skirt high on my waist with a pale pink ribbon tied around me.} i feel a.m.a.z.i.n.g.

i found a recipe for gourmet hamburger buns. i get to try my hand at them tomorrow. homemade hamburger buns and an apron. now, that will be a.m.a.z.i.n.g.

even though it’s hot, i’ve managed to keep my feet relatively cool. which is superb if you ask me. because if my feet were hot, today would not be a.m.a.z.i.n.g. but they’re not. so it is. and i like it.

1 day-the heat+watermelon and grape juice+a lovely little outfit+Mr.Dante=a.m.a.z.i.n.g

love.

-Bella♥

…poofy…hair…

Miss Tandy and i just finished watching The Magnificent Ambersons. i like that movie. i own the book (and have yet to read it), but seeing the movie was a.m.a.z.i.n.g. i completely hated George. up until the point when his Aunt Fanny went crazy on him and he had to calm her down in that little dumpy apartment because she thought he was going to leave her and all she had was 28 dollars. then, i felt he learned his lesson and deserved for me to like him. so i did. and i found him to be spoiled, a brat, utterly rude, and really sweet♥.  that is why i like that movie. i love it when i hate people and then learn to like them throughout the book or film (not to mention that Jonathan Rhys Meyers is reaaalllly hard to hate. even when he’s playing the part of a brat).

{today i’m wearing an orange checkered apron and a little blue shirt.}

i made some Friendship Bread a few minutes ago. i love friendship bread. and i love making it. the task usually falls onto the shoulders of Miss Tandy (i say it’s a task because we somehow ended up with bag{s} of it. it’s hard to give friendship bread away when you only have so many friends. so now, we have to make all of it.*smile*) but when i get to do it, i do so enjoy myself. i think Miss Tandy likes to do it because it involves pudding…

we also watched Disney’s Tarzan today. and i realized my favourite part of that entire movie is when Tarzan goes back to rescue the apes and Kerchak looks at him and says: “You came back…” (in disbelief). and Tarzan replies: “I came home.” that is the best part. there is not a doubt in my mind. that is the best part….you know, i really have to get myself the Tarzan books. but for the life of me, i cannot find them.

so….right now, i’ve been watching a lot of movies. i think it’s partly because i miss my Lala (she’s at a camp). and she took the camera with her. *cry* but i’ll be alright. and movies aren’t that terrible. some of them, are l♥o♥v♥e♥l♥y. like Tarzan. and The Magnificent Ambersons. and Tess of the D’Urbervilles (it’s on the floor in my room). i love good movies.

now i’m off to type on my adorable typewriter and have a little cup of tea and twirl my fingers in my very poofy hair.

-Bella

Rich boy and Poor boy

{i’m wearing my Lala’s little swirly blue+white nightgown.}

i cleaned off my dresser this morning. i had no idea that 2 girls could own so many hair-pins. they better stay in their little box on the windowsill from now on. (yes, i am talking to you Miss Tandy…). i found a lot of adorable knick-knacks as i cleaned. such sweet little things. i also came across a lot of trash that promptly went into the wastebasket. it was mostly Goodwill tags and such….

i would make pancakes tomorrow morning, but i can’t. i have somewhere “lovely” to be at 7 o’clock. so i do believe i shall make gnocchi for supper instead. that will be fun. maybe Miss Tandy and i will wear some spiffy dresses and red lips and aprons and make us some of those little delights. i ♥ gnocchi. i love it to death. that’s why i eat it. *wink*

today i wished for a coat rack to hang up all Miss Tandy’s hats and our peacoats. and i wished for a shelf for all my little darling books. i wished for S.Pellegrino. and a painting easel. i wished a lot today.

♥

i told Miss Tandy this scrumptious tale about a rich boy and a poor boy who were both in love with a girl named Josephine and she couldn’t decide which one to marry. i asked Miss Tandy which one she would marry, and she asked me which one would lie in the road with her. i told her the poor boy would take her to his home-town and find the most adorable old street and lie in it and stargaze with her. and then i told her the rich boy would buy her a street and name it after her and lie in it night after night with her. she asked me what it would be like if she chose the rich boy. i told her they would be utterly happy and he would give her everything in the world and tell her he loved her every night as they ate pancakes at 2 o’clock in the morning on his marble floors after dancing for 3 hours in his kitchen. and the poor boy would grow his field of flowers day after day and spend his nights crying himself to sleep at his small table because she said no. then she asked me what it would be like if she chose the poor boy. i told her they would love each other to death and he would hold her hand every minute of the day and she would wake up with a bouquet of flowers by her head every morning and he would tell her she was his world as they sat in his one cherry tree together and laughed. and the rich boy would spend the rest of his life walking around his house barefoot thinking of her -and the way she said no- even though he could have any other girl in the world.

♥

Miss Tandy told me she wanted to slap my face and that she couldn’t ever choose. i like her answer. i think it’s cute to put her in such a dilemma.

(i read part of Tess of the D’Urbervilles today. i love.love.love that book. so sweet. Angel Clare is my favourite. i love the part about his first time kissing Tess. i read that part over and over. that, and the part where he carries her across the little flooded pond to church. now there is a sweet young man. carries three girls just to carry the fourth. devotion. that’s the only word for it. that, and love.)

-Bella

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today i’m -

*going to my Lala’s to spend the night.

*hopefully buying some S.Pellegrino.

*{wearing a purple skirt.}

*writing more letters.

*♥-i-n-g everything.

*bringing tea.

*wearing a spoon ring.

*making surprises.

*a superhero, it seems.

*liking the little braid in my hair.

*sitting.

*thinking of Shakespeare….and William Wilberforce and William Pitt.

*distracting myself.

*wondering why boys like sound effects so much….

*going to pick flowers.

*telling you to do this.

*up and at ‘em.

*in an apron mood.

*sure.

*happy.

*pondering white dresses with eyelet and turquoise heels and blue eyes and pale yellow shirts and vintage hats and red.

*enthusiastic.

*so excited i’m *blushing* my cheeks off with anticipation.

*thinking of tomorrow.

*in love.love.love.

-Bella

.liking a lot.

i made this up this morning♥.

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she was terribly upset at him. her face was crimson. “do not presume you know me,” she said. “just because we lived across the street from one another ever since i was 6 does not mean you know me.” he smiled a bit. “but i do know you.” “you.do.not. you can’t.” she retorted. he ruffled his sandy hair with his fingers. “i know your eyes are copper, not brown like he says.” “copper and brown are…similar…relatively the same…almost the same.” she stuttered. he didn’t even hear her words. “and your hair is auburn, not red.” she began to pout and turned away from him, stomping her yellow heels. “you like peaches better than apricots. and you’re allergic to shellfish,” he continued. “i know you hate tuesdays because your mother made you clean the cat’s litter box every tuesday when you were 11. and your left ear is smaller than your right.” she peeked over her shoulder at him. he went on, “you prefer early mornings to late nights. and you would rather drink tea than coffee.” she turned back towards him, her little blue dress twirling. he was peaking her curiousity now. “you’re favourite colour is yellow, not pink. and…and…and i know that you don’t love Peter.” she was stunned. “how do you know all this?” he stopped smiling. “because i love you for goodness’ sake. i have since the day i met you across the street when i was 8.” he began to cry. “i loved you the day i taught you to ride your bike. i loved you when we sat in a field all St.Patrick’s Day looking for four-leaf-clovers. i loved you when you didn’t invite me to your 13th birthday party because i was a boy and i snuck in anyways. i loved you the time we went Christmas caroling, just the two of us. i loved you when you wore that little yellow dress i bought you. and i loved you the most the day you told me Peter asked you to marry him….and you said yes.” his face was wet with tears. “i love you Stella. more than he ever will. more than he ever could. i know everything about you. and i love you. i love you.” she was pink now. pink up to her ears. “you love me? you love me and i never knew? you never told me?” she watched him cry and nervously smoothed imaginary wrinkles out of the skirt of her dress. he rubbed his eyes on the sleeves of his grey shirt. “yes. i love you Stella. so much. i love you. i always have.” she swallowed, and her little neck got very tense. “you can’t love me Edward. you can’t. i’m getting married…and i love…that is, i think i love…no…no, i’m sure i love Peter. i have to love him. i should love him.” he cried harder. “no you don’t. i know you don’t. because i love you.”

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i like it. a lot.

today has been good so far. i’m thinking of making some bread. in an apron and jean shorts. how amusing it will be.

{my hair is very poofy today.}

i like today. i like it the way i love♥ cornflower blue paper.

have a snazzy day.

-Bella

.the ridiculous bread-baker.

yesterday i decided to make some bread. so, i put an apron on and hopped to it.

i think the most ridiculous things when making bread.

i thought of how my toes sort of looked like a heart in this picture (but only if you wanted to see them that way). i thought of how it was terribly hot out, but i wanted to wear my new tan pea-coat anyways. i thought of  how the world is round (which isn’t that ridiculous…). i thought-or rather, wondered-of why in the world someone would put bows on aprons. and i thought up this:

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“he was devilishly handsome,” the pretty girl said. the boy scowled. “don’t say ‘devilishly handsome’ Margaret. it’s very unladylike. say ‘dashing’ or ‘charming’.” Margaret sighed. “fine then Oliver. he was rather dashing.” but Oliver still looked unhappy. in fact, he seemed quite jealous….

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O the conversations i make up in my head are sometimes silly beyond words. but i love them anyways. which is most likely why i make them up in the first place. (especially while making bread).

today i went flutterby{butterfly} hunting with Mr.Dante. he taught me a few things.

{the lows of flutterby hunting}:

1. if you’re a girl, you do not get the red net. you get the purple one.

2. you realize that you’re actually very short.

3. the odds of catching a flutterby are very slim.

4. the chances of spilling sugar/water mixture on your pants is very likely.

{the perks-or rather, highs-of flutterby hunting}:

1. it will give you such joy to sit under the sun.

2. you practically get to stare at flowers forever.

3. if you do catch a flutterby, you feel on top of the world (even when it escapes…)

4. people think you’re a.ma.z.i.n.g.

5. you get to run around with a net for goodness’ sake….

Mr.Dante teaches me some pretty dandy things.

so….in short….everyone should make hearts with their toes, find yourself a flutterby net, and go make bread while wearing aprons with bows (unless you’re a gentleman of course. then you could just roll your shirt-sleeves up instead, or something along those lines.)

-Bella