i don’t really “heart” football…

we went to the football game last night. i don’t really ♥ football. it’s just not as exciting as other things. and it makes me frustrated. but nonetheless, we went. and i was determined that i would have a good time. and i did. of sorts. it’s hard not to have a good time when you’re wearing {your favourite grey sweater, skinny jeans, and a black peacoat.} and it’s very hard not to have a good time when you’re wearing RED lips. but it is hard to have a good time when your team loses. 13 to 29. so i guess you could say i had a bittersweet time.

we are headed to a soccer game today. i do ♥ soccer. i know i’ll have a good time there. soccer is splendid to watch.

(Miss Tandy's presents are coming along nicely. but i need her to leave. 
it's terribly hard to make big gifts in a tiny room.
terribly hard.
maybe i'll just lock myself in there for 4 hours or so and work like a mad-woman.
even though it is tiny.
but i have to say, she's going to be one very happy 
little lady
on her birthday.)

love.

-Bella

xoxoxo

a recipe for happiness.

yesterday was to be a novel day. but – *blush* – i got a bit distracted. or rather, angry. (Mumsie and Popi were adamant that we clean our room. i.hate.cleaning. so i took on the role of a 2 year old and threw myself a temper fit. and made myself soooooo angry. i wanted to write. but the room is now clean. and just so everyone knows, parents are usually right).

when i’m angry there are things i like to do. i either get out the curling iron and curl my hair for 2 hours straight (which was quite impossible due to the fact that Lala mia was painting the hallway) or i go for a walk (so i went for a walk). Miss Tandy and Franny and i all headed out spiffied and sunscreened up. we had no destination in mind, but 7Eleven became our first stop. we went in and bought ourselves 99¢ Arizona® tea drinks. i got an Arnold Palmer and was happy.

after that we walked past the town fountain and made penny wishes.

then we headed off to a little thrift shop downtown where i found 2! Clare Darcy books and a copy of Fiddler on the Roof. i was even happier after that.

our last stop was the Museum. i ♥ Museums. my favourite part of our’s is when you walk into the room upstairs where they have the doctor’s kits and eye-doctor’s things. old eye-glasses and chairs. leather bags. everything amazing. i like to stand and stare at this photograph on the wall and wish that those old leather bags on top of the shelf were mine.

this picture makes me smile.

we finally made it home after being picked up by Mumsie and running a few errands with her and Lala mia. i wasn’t angry anymore. even though i barely got to work on my novel when we did get back. you see, it’s hard not to fall asleep after walking around in 95° weather for 3 hours – not to mention we had a Smallville marathon the night before till 12 o’clock (i.e. midnight). i think i only wrote 2 sentences. *blush*. but they were good sentences.

so yesterday was not a novel day. it was a happy day. maybe today will be a novel day…

a clean room + a walk + Arizona® Arnold Palmers + penny wishes + 3 books from a thrift store at the steal of 25¢ a book + Museums + 2 sentences in my novel + a nap + some Smallville + time with your 2 little sisters + a painted hallway + homemade bread – acting like a 2 year old = happiness.

and that’s a sure recipe.

{i’m in my pearls and a shirt with a big bow tied around my waist right now.} i just might make today a novel day. it’s not hard to have a novel day when your room is clean and you have a bow around your waist.

love.

-Bella.dear

p.s. today, i want to be able to sing opera so bad i could cry. if i wasn’t going to be a writer, i would probably be an anthropologist. and if i wasn’t going to be an anthropologist, i would be an opera singer. that’s not to say i have the chops for it though. *sigh*. the things i cry over…

if Cinderella were my maid, and men with cellos could tell others what they deserve…

there’s a meteor shower tonight at 1 o’clock in the morning (contradictory i would say…).

and we’re having a family meeting right now. (family meetings involve loud.LOUD.loud.)

today has been quite melancholy for me. i’m writing this awful/amazing little story about a man named Lewis who plays the celllo and a man named George who thinks he’s had his fair share of happiness in life and a lady named Josephine who has porcelain hands. i really love this story, but it makes me cry. it such a beautiful little tale of life and love and happiness. of getting what you deserve – and what you don’t. of losing people. of tea. of Mozart. and of tears. my tears are already on the pages. funny isn’t it? how one can cry over something you wrote. i think this little story might end up in the wastebasket at one point. but i’ll be sure to get it back out. *wink*.

i’ve been cleaning since this morning. i.hate.cleaning. and that’s putting it nicely. i think i wish i had a maid. maybe. but i’d probably feel bad for her. and imagine myself as an ugly stepsister and her as Cinderella. and then i’d give her 100 gifts or something.

{i’m wearing sore fingers today. typing does have consequenses. especially when your typewriter is as old as mine.}

this was a pale yellow and cornflower blue and grey day. pale yellow= family meetings and a mellow sun under ropey clouds and cleaning with cinderella. cornflower blue= my typewriter and waiting for a meteor shower. grey= sore fingers and sad stories.

i’d better head to bed if i’m going to wake up at 1 o’clock.

love.

-Bella.dear

xoxoxo

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♥