He used a pick-up line and had a crooked nose.

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“Could you do me a favor?” he asked her as he tapped her pretty little shoulder.

She turned and looked. It was obvious she was sizing him up. She always sized up the ones who were about to use pick-up lines on her. It made them hesitate.

He had hair like molasses. A nice forehead. His nose was crooked, but his smile made up for that. He had amazing teeth. And nice lips. He was a smart dresser when he wanted to be. She could tell, even though he was only in jeans and a tee shirt. And his eyes were to die for. If not for those eyes, she would have blown him off.

He wasn’t shy. He wouldn’t of tapped on her shoulder if he was shy. So he sized her up too.

She was smaller. A bit on the short side. But she had piles of hair. Hair that looked like honey. She loved her hair. He could tell by the way she fingered it. She wore a green dress with lace accents on the sleeves and hem and neckline. It was a pretty neckline, the one with the name ‘Sweetheart’ or something. Her maroon coloured heels didn’t help much with her height. She wore them just because she could. On her little ears dangled little rubies. And around her wrist a maroon ribbon was tied. He wondered about the ribbon. Something from another boy maybe.

“Yes…” she said.

Ribbon or no ribbon, he charged right ahead. “Could you try to be quieter? I keep falling in love with your adorable laugh.”

She blushed. And bit her bottom lip. “How many girls have you used that one on?”

“One.” he said.

And she blushed again. “Those aren’t supposed to work you know.”

“I know,” he told her. “But I just couldn’t help myself.”

She put her hand out. It was the arm with the ribbon tied on it. He shook it. “Lucy.” she introduced herself.

“I’m Leonard.” he replied.

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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

the Dears

Dear men’s trouser socks,

ummm….i kind of think i’m in love with you. its positively thrilling how many colours and patterns and textures you come in. what’s not to love? you are wonderful. and seriously, whoever invented you was wonderful. and O, you’re just so wonderful.

(i’m sorry all of your socks have been stolen Daddy.)

i heart you men’s socks.

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Dear teapot,

you rock my men’s trouser socks off.

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Dear “people who don’t really care what they’re wearing,”

i’m sorry you don’t care how you look. it makes me sad. i hope you figure out that dressing up for life can make your day. really, it can. it does. if everyone in the world decided that dressing classy was the way to be, i think more people would fall in love and believe in exercise and realize that RED is not just a colour and they would be smarter. ladies were made to wear skirts. and men in button-up shirts are to die for. get it in your head please. your outward appearance might not be the most important thing, but it’s the first thing people see. would’nt you rather be judged on looking classic, than like a gangster with his pants falling off? i for one would rather be taken as a lady, than one who cares not one wit for how she looks after she wakes up. between sweats and a dress, there’s really no choice…

choose the dress.

its much more becoming.

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Dear boy in my head,

you are pretty darn cute. and that little lady you manage to make fall in love with you, O she’s incredible. i hope i finish you in time for Christmas…

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Dear sweater,

just one more sleeve to knit.

i’ll finish you.

i promise.

you’re looking pretty darn snazzy.

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Dear Miss Tandy’s Christmas gift,

you are splendid. positively splendid. i can’t even believe i thought you up. you’ll be adorable. and terribly hard to make. but you’ll be worth it. so worth it.

bother.

whay are the sweet things hardest to make?

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love.

-Bella.dear

head over heels for Christopher Robin and shabby apple.

i’m head over heels for Shabby Apple (and Christopher Robin still) right now. take a look at them here.

i ♥ all of their dresses. but  my favourite, would have to be BROADWAY in fuschia.

but the UPPER EAST SIDE in bright blue is also to die for.

and the WASHINGTON SQUARE PARK in cranberry is quite adorable.

though they all cost a ton. literally. it would be such a splurge to buy one of these little numbers. but i think, one day, i will splurge. because i want one so bad. i daresay i would wear it all of the time. really i would. i like them so much.

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going to a soccer game today. xc practice. more secret present making (i’m jumping up and down from excitement about the newest one. it’s so cute). writing lovely little stories. maybe some card games with Miss Tandy. opening my red umbrella inside. wishing for shabby apple dresses (and Christopher Robin). a little candle party. and all the rest of that jazz.

today will be charming.

(i want to make cupcakes.)

maybe for Miss Tandy's birthday.
with little red sprinkles.
and cream cheese frosting.
yummo.

love.

-Bella.dear

HELLO: my name is Bella, and i’m a writer who’s addicted to blogging.

i woke up this morning and immediately thought, i want to blog. that made me a bit sad (that, and the fact we can’t go to see La Boheme because we can’t get tickets so we can sit all together. *cry*). really though, i think i’m addicted to blogging. it’s melancholy in some ways. but i like it secretly. it makes me write.

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yesterday:

•i watched The City of Ember.

•i finished Elyza (Lydia is still my favourite).

•i played PIT with Mr.Dante and BOGGLE with Mumsie.

•{i wore a little aqua dress made by Miss Tandy.}

•i saw a man break another man’s arm in UFC.

•i fell in love with yellow.

•i laughed.

today:

•i went to Church.

•i listened to Lala mia sing.

•i love argyle to death. really.

•i had an orange cream ice-cream bar.

•i think that Clare Darcy’s men are almost all the same. wealthy.un-romantic.chivalrous.a bit roguish. shunned by society at one time or another.and supposedly handsome.

•i reeeeaaallllly want to watch some of The Waltons. but i’ll settle for Smallville.

•i’m reading Cecily.

•i’m tired.

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Mr.Sam quoted this little quote to me about blogs the other day.

“Never have so many people, with so little to say, said so much, to so few.”

i think it might be true. but i ♥ to blog. so only if it’s to a few, and only if i’m pointlessly bantering at times, i will still say it. i admit it. i just got started, and i’m a blog addict. Miss Tandy tells me all the time…but i’m a happily typing away my few little words blog addict. and i like it. if it really comes down to it, the fact of the matter is, i’m a writer who likes to blog so she can write sweet tid-bits and post them (i.e. blog addict). i prefer the term WRITER though. and i am. i am a writer. (just so you know, typing on my typewriter and writing in my notebooks and holding my finished pieces in my hands is so much better than blogging.)

love.

-Bella.dear

The Beach Boys and George+Josephine

{little blue dress and yellow+white striped shirt this day.}

i’ve been typing up a small storm in my bedroom while Lala mia was playing along with the marvelous John Mayer. i’d say that’s pretty darn inspiring. who else has an older sister that can play along with him? it makes me write some lovely stuff. at least i think so. i’ve still been working on that little piece that makes me cry. here’s a bit of it for you.

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they did meet in that little tea shop. it was a blue saturday. George was 23. his wife had died 6 months ago. he wore tired eyes and a pale blue shirt. his shirt was wrinkled and his shoes were scuffed. his chocolate hair was a tousled mess. he was a mess. a handsome mess. a handsome mess that wanted a cup of tea. she was there when he walked in. a cup of raspberry green tea steaming in front of her. her small porcelain hands tapping the table. she wore a cream coloured full skirt and a lemon yellow shirt that had ruffles down the front. pages of music littered the table that she sat at. josephine was 21, a successful piano teacher, and only glanced at the tired young man once. he on the other hand never even looked her way. he ordered a whole pot of chai (he was never a man to drown his sorrows in a bar, but rather over a strong cup of tea) and sat down with his head in hands. half of his chai was gone as she stood up to leave, but as luck would have it, the door of the tea shop opened and the bell jingled and a strong gust of wind blew in as a man walked out. the stack of music josephine had crammed into her arms flew about the room. Mozart smacked george in the face. Beethoven landed at his feet.

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it makes me want to cry everytime. but only one part so far has actually made me cry. i think writing this makes me angry or something. i’m never in a good mood while writing it. and i always have this melancholy taste afterwards. but i still love it. and maybe you will too.

Miss Tandy is making me play The Beach Boys. *smile*.

love.

-Bella.dear

party. PARTY. par-tay. or just party. (you can say it 100 different ways…)

today is party day. so i can’t write long. (our family gets upset on party days. i like it.)

think, lemonade. red lips. dresses. limbo. seagulls. lights. cake. homemade ice-cream. swing dancing. neckties and fedoras. mis-matched table cloths. penny wishes.

O it’s going to be grand.

love.

-Bella.dear

all about Jane and Kevin.

27 dresses is on right now. it seems our family is addicted to that movie. it’s at the climax at this moment. she’s mad at Kevin. she’s mad at Tess. and she still wants George more than ever. actually, she’s YELLING at Kevin right this second. i love how he makes the worst mistake possible. and then he realizes he loves her. and then he makes a pathetic attempt to show his devotion by giving her a Blackberry or something. i like it. he’s so childish. the way he tries to fix his mistakes by giving the girl of his dreams a phone. too cute.

someday, i’ll have to make a page with all our dresses in it or something along those lines. that would be lovely. but then i would probably feel bad because i have so many dresses….*blush*.

(she never say No. Jane never says No. i love that. and you know, how ironic that in the end she does learn to say Yes. to Kevin.)

today was day 4 of sports camp. my group was darling. i was beyond happy. every one of them could hit the volleyball perfectly. i hope tomorrow turns out as smashing.

{i wore a little white blouse and a tan skirt today}. not exactly a dress. but i can wear a dress tomorrow. i will wear a dress tomorrow.

i ♥ Kevin Doyle and & Jane from 27 dresses.

i want a life like that one. a life like one in a movie like that. and you know, my life is already pretty darn priceless. not to mention cute.

love.

-Bella.dear

No, Danny! and chocolate cake and fedoras.

day 3 of sports camp week. i am tired. today was trying for me. there is one little boy, Danny, who is so adorable and so naughty. you know that book No, David! ? Danny could be in that book. today, during basketball, he decided to lick his ball. with his tongue. all over it. i think i said No, Danny! over 34 times. ’nuff said.

i promised a bit on Lydia. i ♥ Lydia. i think that was my favourite one. i liked Shannon and Georgina. but i love Lydia and Northover. i’m in the beginning of Cecily now. i think i’ll still end up loving Lydia the best. i haven’t read enough of Cecily to decide if i adore it beyond all the others. from what i’ve seen, Clare Darcy seems to have written 14 novels. i shall read all of them. then i’ll let you know what my true favourite is. right now…it’s Lydia. so here’s a bit.

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“She had stopped crying, and, after looking vainly for a handkerchief with which to dry her wet cheeks, was reduced to accepting – with a dagger-glance – the one thrust upon her by Northover. ‘There Lydia mia!’ he said soothingly. ‘Dry your eyes and compose your temper, and when I return we’ll sort this all out.’ “

-Lydia: by Clare Darcy

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love, love, love the way he treats her like a child because she acts like one. she expects everyone to pretend as if she’s an adult, but really, he knew better. i need a shirt that says i ♥ Northover. because i do.

our party planning is in full swing. this is going to be quite the bash. really. i cannot wait. dresses. lights. typewritten invitations. S.Pellegrino. homemade ice-cream. chocolate zucchini cake. fedoras. flower hair-pins. music. short films. clotheslines. maybe a string of pearls…i’ll be sure to take lots of pictures. i need to remember to remind myself to do that.

Bella's reminder: take photographs at your party. lots.lots.and lots.

(i have a little story to tell. we were in the grocery store the other day. and this man all of the sudden started belting out HAPPY BIRTHDAY to his wife on the intercom. too cute. that is going in a story of mine most definitely.)

tonight was filled with handstands and glasses of milk and cherries and laughing and some Cecily and blue+white flowered nightgowns and waiting for the wedding this weekend and {a little green sweater}.

off to bed now.

love.

-Bella.dear

p.s. i got Miss Tandy’s and my trunks all packed up. mine is filled with Shakespeare and Dickens and Austen and me. not to mention all my magazine clippings and my pencils. Miss Tandy’s has her vintage hats and 2 tambourines in her’s so far. i like our trunks. our little blue trunks.

Lydia and little brothers

there’s an empty S.Pellegrino bottle in front of me. it’s for my bottle collection on my windowsill. though i daresay that it just might not fit up there…

i’m reading Lydia by Clare Darcy now. Georgina was a.m.a.z.i.n.g. Lydia is wondrous. i liked Shannon, but Northover is lovely. and i am in love with how smart Lydia is. Georgina was certainly scrumptious with her completely obvious likes and dislikes, but Lydia…with the way she controls everything so perfectly to her liking. Georgina was cute. Lydia is stunning. i cannot wait to figure out which one i love more. it’s quite the toss up as of right now.

(you know i just can’t help but say it with this bottle sitting here in front of me. i ♥ San Pellegrino. *blush*.)

{i wore a little blue dress today “and” a black+white polka-dot one.} gotta’ love dresses. i could wear 2 of them everyday. just.like.today.

i read the cutest story on The Rockstar Diaries today. i hope Mr.Dante turns out as sweet as her little brother. it would certainly make my day. or rather, life. to have a little brother who cares the world for you….priceless. and you know what, Mr.Dante does. he just hasn’t done anything quite so cute as her little brother has yet.

Legally Blonde is on the t.v. such a silly movie. i never realized how silly it was. if i ever go into film, i want to make cute movies. not silly ones. they’ll have amusing parts. and some silly parts. and some lovely parts. but they will be cute. most definitely. i think all of life should be cute. with a few ugly things. and i suppose, if necessary, some silly things.

today has been snazzy. Church potluck. 2 dresses. empty S.Pellegrino bottle. homemade blended lemonades. party planning. fans. key lime pie. eyelash wishes for a red peacoat. loving♥ Mr.Dante. thoughts of weddings. writing. Lydia. and all the rest of that jazz…

i really ought to go write in that little short story of mine. the latest is about a guy named Guy. but the one i’m really tempted to write about involves a girl called Emily who has an orchard.

love.

-Bella.dear