I want a Sweet & Good day.

Yesterday I was a Koala Bear. And yesterday I had a good hair day. And yesterday I kept my fingers warm.

BUT YESTERDAY WE LOST OUR GAME.

(And I got hit in the left side of my face.)

Bother.

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Today I’m wearing a blouse with a big floppy BOW on the front of it. And today I’m having another good hair day. And today I get to sit and make Christmas presents for hours.

BUT TODAY MY FINGERS ARE VERY COLD.

(And my head is hurting and my ears are red because making gifts for boys is 10x harder than making gifts for girls.)

Oh DEAR.

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I want to have a good day today. (Like my hair.) So I’m going to try really hard to make it sweet. It will have tea. Christmas gifts. Felt. UGG boots. Romeo and Juliet. Sweaters. Writing. Painting. Letters to Livy.Love. Flowers. And my typewriter. Clicking away on my typewriter always makes my day a good one. And smelling nice. Maybe I’ll put some Belle Fleur on. My words from a typewriter and smelling nice. Good day it will be then.

Love.from

-Bella

–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

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

little letters and birthdays.

Dear

Miss Tandy, i’m glad you are my sister. i’m glad you had a good birthday. i’m glad you’re mine.

you are marvelous and witty and drop-dead-gorgeous and bouncy and amusing and plucky and you’ve got

an awful lot of

GUMPTION.

i love you.

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Dear people who laughed at all the wrong parts in The Time Traveler’s Wife last night,

i’m sorry you don’t understand

screenplays

and

hard times

and

love.

that’s a bit sad.

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Dear xc meet today,

i’m glad i get to go and watch you.

i hope you make some EXTRAordinary things happen.

i hope we WIN.

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Dear

boy’s soccer team,

thank you.

for being our friend.

and teaching me to juggle (i’ll get it one day).

you better be ready for a crash course on running.

it’s gonna’ be HARD.

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Dear

Lala mia, i’m sorry you don’t get to come today.

i’ll take snazzy pictures for you.

but i’ll miss you.

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Dear legs,

why

are you so tired?

wake up. wake up. wake up.

O please.

bother.

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Dear film–The Time Traveler’s Wife,

i pretty much think you make me mad.

how could you do that?

i never laughed the whole movie.

but i forgive you.

because the wedding scenes were a.m.a.z.i.n.g.

the wedding scenes were

SWEET

and

THOUGHTFUL.

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yesterday Miss Tandy turned sweet 16.

i sent her on a treasure hunt.

she found a trail of flowers and a bouquet.

some type-written clues.

hanging hearts.

a little scarf/wrap.

a FAIRY CROWN.

an almost done hand-knitted sweater.

an “I Love You” handmade book.

a 16 page letter.

a new blog.

a story (George and Josephine is finally done).

and a lot of LOVE.

♥

later that night we went to see The Time Traveler’s Wife.

(it didn’t meet my expectations. but it is really hard to meet my expectations when i’m wearing a high-waisted fuschia/magenta skirt and a pale blue blouse and tired legs.)

i think she had a smashing time.

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Dear

today,

i hope you’re a good one.

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love.

-Bella.dear

.xc and orchards and IKEA.

i miss certain things today.

i miss MISS KIRSTIE RAE. and the way she can drink more than one pot of tea by herself. i miss how she and Stephanie talk together-just like they know what the other is going to say. i miss her adorable little house. i miss her adorable little room. i miss her love for San Pellegrino. and Dickens. and letters. i miss the way she woke up early to milk the goats (she is the BEST goat-milker i.n.e.v.e.r.). i miss her O so much. i just do.

i miss TOMATOES. i haven’t had tomatoes in forever. and i know it sounds silly, but i ♥ tomatoes. i miss them.

i miss the WINTER. the snow. the cold. the wearing tights and sweaters and coats. putting on argle socks. shuffling around in boots and slippers. bundling up in plaid scarves. blowing on cold fingers. actually having cold feet. i want that so badly. i’m tired of the heat. tired of hot feet.

i want certain things today.

i want to write in my NOVEL. i want to feel the words roll off my tongue and laugh at what i say. i want to smile because i like it. i want to feel like i accomplished something good by reading what i write.

i want to eat another of Lala mia’s DOUBLE CHOCOLATE WHITE CHOCOLATE CINNAMON COOKIES. no explanation needed.

i want to finish CECILY. i’m almost done. 50 pages left exactly.

i want the XC SEASON to start. i want to go to the first meet. in my jeans. and take pictures. and cheer. and bring cookies. and watch everyone run.run.run.run. i want to smile at all the runners with their hearts pounding in their chests so hard they think they might fall out into the dirt and they woud just run right over them.. i want to hear the noise. i want to watch the top 5 walk up to awards and humbly take their little ribbons and medals while the rest of the kids scream and clap away. i want that.

i want to make Miss Tandy a LITERATURE LIST for school. i get to be the lit teacher this year. if only the students would actually read the works on the list….Romeo and Juliet isn’t that long…

i love certain things today.

i love I ♥ NY shirts. and i don’t even have one. i think i need to get one. that, or make myself an I ♥ IKEA shirt (and i’ve never even been to IKEA…).

i love CHERRY TREE ORCHARDS. i decided yesterday that i will be a writer with a cherry tree orchard. i will sit in my cherry trees and write away. or on my front porch overlooking the orchard typing. i would stroll through it everyday in my J.Crew rainboots. i would pick basketfuls of cherries. i would love living with a cherry tree orchard. and i don’t even really like cherries.

i love the STARS. my Popi taught me how to find the North Star last night. and Orion. and the Big Dipper. and this W. it was marvelous. absolutely marvelous i tell you.

i love JET PUFF today. i love it when we buy it in bulk and i can eat it by the spoonful…now go eat some yourself.

love.

-Bella.dear

RED letters.

got a letter from Miss Kirstie Rae today. {she wrote it with a red pen.} i love you dear. O so much. it made me smile and laugh.

i want tomatoes so bad. i just do.

i ♥ tomatoes. and Miss Kirstie Rae. and her letters.

love.

-Bella.dear

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

}taza and husband{}and cinderella{

a little surprise is on it’s way to you Miss Kirstie Rae. we sent it out today. i am so excited. i think you’ll ♥ it. i hope you’ll love.love.love.love it.  really i do. *blush* (my cheeks are rosy in anticipation.)

i planted a little sunflower in a pot today. it’s on my windowsill. right next to my little.clock. and by my pussy willow. on the other side of my Kombucha dried rose birthday bouquet. it looks grand. i adore sunflowers.

i spent a bit of my day writing something to my Lala. i hope you like it dear. it’s a bit specific, but i think it’s snazzier that way. i love the title i wrote for it. makes it all the better….*wink*

today Miss Tandy and i wrote letters while drinking Afternoon Tea. i love Miss Tandy.

we watched a movie. but i hated it. it was awful. nothing is cute anymore, or very rarely to say the least. i would really like to go into theatre or film with my writing. novels and short stories and screenplays and musicals. that’s what i want to do. writing is such a joy to me. but i really need a typewriter. (p.l.e.a.s.e.). i like to make lovely things. with happyness and love and holding hands and dresses and peach trees and shoelaces and upstairs windows. things that are simply lovely. i might end up watching and reading my own things a little too much though. i think i write mostly for me. and laughter.

i read a sweet little rendition of Cinderella today.

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“The King’s son was always by her side and never ceased his compliments and kind speeches to her. All this was so far from being tiresome that she quite forgot what her godmother had commanded her. At last she counted the clock striking twelve…”

-Cinderella

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O to be so in love that you forget the time. now that is a cute story. it makes me feel warm inside. like i just had a cup of tea or such. ♥

tomorrow is quite the busy day. but i think being busy is wonderful. so tomorrow should be wonderful. i suspect it will involve the library, tea, sewing, writing, bottle caps, letters, joy, and love.

{i wore a little white dress today.}

my Lala discovered a little blog the other day. i think it’s jolly. they are adorable together. and you have to read the second post of ever on that blog. too cute. like life (and movies) should be.

-Bella

blue flowers in milk. (i hope they’re cornflower blue…)

{i’m wearing a little black dress with a floral ribbon tied around it.}

today was lovely. but a tad bit too warm. my feet got hot. and O do i hate that.

i made more little surprises for Miss Stephanie and Miss Kirstie Rae today. they’re adorable. i do so hope they’ll like them. (we’ll ship the little package out soon dears). i can’t wait to send it off.

we worked the soup kitchen almost all day. i like the soup kitchen. i don’t know why, but i do.

i wrote in one of my little short stories today. and i read a bit. i read this.

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“his eyes….like blue flowers in milk.”

-Madame Bovary: by Gustave Flaubert – chapter VII part 2

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i adored that book. it was very sad though. left such a melancholy taste in my mouth. the way she didn’t love the right man when she had him. she couldn’t. i adored it. all of it. completely adored it. i cried in the end. when Charles died. i adored it though.

i need to bake tomorrow. probably a few loaves of bread. maybe cookies. or muffins. or pie. i also need to send out some letters. and maybe a little package. *wink.*

i really want to make some apple cozies too. i’ll have to work on that. maybe i’ll try my hand in it. but first i need an apple…

i’ll close with one more quote.

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“”And he gently bent down to kiss her.”

-Madame Bovary: by Gustave Flaubert – chapter II part 3

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did i mention how much i adored that book? {the small little lines were my favourite♥.}

-Bella

~cornflower blue paper

i got a letter today. written on ~cornflower blue paper. that makes me oh so happy. it’s from Miss Kirstie Rae. one of my absolute favourite people. and her letters…one of my absolute favourite things. she’s such a sweetheart. it was covered in birdie stamps. that she made. i feel pretty darn special. {i adore birdies}.

(i daresay that the endpapers of Manly will be ~cornflower blue paper.)

i spent a few sweet hours painting store windows today for a fundraiser. i wrote some lovely penmanship and did some whimsical stars. red, white, and blue all the way. on my fingers….it was a.m.a.z.i.n.g. painting is one of my favourite ways to pass time.

and then i read this today:

…VI…

“So said he one fair morning, and all day

His heart beat awfully against his side;

And to his heart he inwardly did pray

For power to speak; but still the ruddy tide

Stifled his voice, and puls’d resolve away-

Fever’d his high conceit of such a bride,

Yet brought him to the meekness of a child:

Alas! when passion is both meek and wild!“

-taken from Isabella or, The Pot of Basil. by John Keats.

i cannot tell you enough about my love for Keats. this is my favourite poem by him. i find him as lovely as sunflowers. that’s pretty darn lovely…

today has been about favourites for me. to make it even better, i will probably go and put an apron on and make some bread. that’s one of my other favourites.

(i wore a little.black.dress today.)

-Bella