:::my life. or rather, how i fancy living it:::
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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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 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♥
We had an Indoor game tonight—I got hit in the face.
Again.
And we lost.
Again.
Down by 1.
But we have such great heart.
(At least that’s what we say…)
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My life is a mish-mash of many a thing right now. In short:
.Brownies.
.Chariot by: Gavin DeGraw.
.PUMA indoor shoes.
.Christmas gifts.
.UNO.
.Some Scrabble.
.Writing.
.Blankets.
.Socks.
.Sparkly flats and black tights.
.Talking.Talking.Talking.
.Sweaters.
.Letters.
.Sore left side of my face.
.Searching for more Clare Darcy.
.Wanting Phineas Finn.
.Reading Shakespeare.
.OPERA.
.Cold fingers.
.Poofy hair.
It’s pretty darn grand.
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I think I’ll head to bed.
And tomorrow I’ll have a cup of Rooibos tea.
And start Ria’s Christmas gift.
And wear my PUMAS around the house.
It will be sprucey.
Love.
-Bella.dear
I have a compilation of random things in my head.
So I’m just going to write them in bursts.
Don’t mind me please.
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I’m kind of in love with writing on the right → side of my blog right now.
I
think
it’s
cute.
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I feel really bad because we haven’t sent Miss Kirstie Rae her birthday package yet. Bother. It’s slightly overdue and belated by A WHOLE MONTH. It makes me think that I’m a bad friend. But I will send it off soon. I think. I hope. O dear.
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BIG BIRD’S FEET ARE ON GOOGLE.
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Copper pots are lovely.
I want them.
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My face is still hurting—at least it’s not black&blue. But I still HEART indoor. It’s addicting.
We actually went and kicked milk jugs over in the cul-de-sac for 2 hours yesterday. I wonder what the people driving by thought of the 3 crazy barefoot girls in skirts trying to figure out how to aim a soccer ball at an angle. (I would have thought they were quite odd.)
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I’m wearing a Plaid=Blue+White+Grey—BANANA REPUBLIC scarf.
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Tea and Miss Tandy are in the kitchen.
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What if there was a man who adored…potatoes? (No, seriously. I did think this up.) And he was just completely in love with them. His whole life was about them. He loved their colours—he had pictures of them on his walls. He loved to cook with them—mashed potatoes, french fries, scalloped, baked, all the rest of that jazz. He just plain loved them. And his name was Benjamin. And he had hair the colour of Yukon Golds. And eyes like dark coloured Russets. And he was in love with potatoes. And of course there will be a girl… •I HEART carpet bags
and
Mary Poppins
today.
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I really need to practice my keeper skills for indoor. (They want me to be the [sub]keeper.)
And my shooting skills.
And my juggling skills.
And my defensive skills.
And my soccer skills.
But I mostly need to practice the keeper skills.
So I’ll probably be in the cul-de-sac.
But first,
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Some Rooibos and OPERA. (I ♥ Rooibos.)
And then the cul-de-sac.
Love.
-Bella.dear
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…
my Lala is home. for now. i love that.
(you know what i adore about her? i adore it when she wears DOLCE & GABBANA© and smells ever so scrumptious).
she and Miss Tandy are waltzing about making a little short film about LOVE.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
it’s too cute.
Phil Wickham is playing. sometimes i feel bad for him. i would hate to have the last name Wickham. i think i would cry every day. or at least whenever i read Pride and Prejudice…
today i watched A Room With a View. i love George. so much. the way he just kisses Miss Honeychurch without a word. love it. my favourite part was when she fainted in the town square in Italy. and he caught her. or maybe when he first kissed her in that field. now that, i loved.
not to mention the song that plays…
“O mio babbino caro
Mi piace, è bello, bello
Vo’ andare in Porta Rossa
a comperar l’anello!
Sì, sì, ci voglio andare!
e se l’amassi indarno,
andrei sul Ponte Vecchio,
ma per buttarmi in Arno!
Mi struggo e mi tormento!
O Dio, vorrei morir!
Babbo, pietà, pietà!
Babbo, pietà, pietà!”
that is my absolute favourite.
i read some Little Men.
typed a bit of Mary Poppins.
looked for a book to be my anthropologist book.
thought of Romeo.
{wore that mustard coloured pencil skirt. again.}
watched people.
and played some baseball. of sorts.
i heard these a.m.a.z.i.n.g. people play at the weekend Camp. it was breathtaking to say the least. you really should take a peek. or a little listen somehow.
today was sweet. because my sweetheart’s home with me. i can’t wait for her to wear DOLCE & GABBANA©.
love.
-Bella
my Lala was home. was is the key word here. she left. again. this morning. she went to a camp. and i’m sure she’ll have a smashing time. but i’ll miss her. and then she’ll come home, and i will be the happiest little lady on earth.
we had a terrible thunderstorm this afternoon. it hailed. very big hail i must say. and the funniest part…it’s still july.(this is possibly why i want some rain boots…*smile*)
{i’m wearing my Lala’s mustard-coloured pencil skirt and my Candied Apple lipstick. }
i got to have part of an avocado this morning. Mmmm….avocadoes and Candied Apple lips. yummo. }2{ of the best things in the world.
today has been about ribbons for me. i figured out that ribbons are one of my top 20 favourite things. here’s part of the reason why:
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it was a little shop. very tiny. with white walls that glowed and a yellow ceiling that seemed to smile when you looked up at it. but it was only pieces of that yellow ceiling that smiled. because it was only pieces of that yellow ceiling that you could see. ribbons hung down from it. on hooks and clotheslines and shelves. on the walls. in bookcases. dangling off counter-tops and tables and chairs. strewn on desks. lying on boxes. ribbons of every colour. everywhere. a little bell jingled when he walked in. he seemed to belong in that little shop, with his ever-smiling mouth and bold, blue eyes. no one was in sight, but he heard a noise from the back room. “i was wondering if you could help me?” he asked loudly. “i’m looking for some ribbon.” “of course.” the reply was muffled. maybe because it’s owner had such a soft voice. “i’ll be right there.” he waited. but not long. she came out from behind a green door that was half ajar. her hair tied up on top of her head using a white ribbon. she wore a little blue dress and a white apron and no shoes. but he could glimpse a pair of yellow heels behind the green door. he almost laughed. ” hello Jenny.” she smiled. “i need 40 yards of ribbon the colour of love.” he caught himself. “if you would please.” “of course.” she said again out of habit, but a bit baffled. “now what colour would love be Francis?” he blushed and his face tensed up. “the colour blue, like your eyes and your dress.” now she blushed. “and yellow, like your shoes. and pink, like your cheeks.” they were darker than pink now. “and silver, like this ring.” he knelt down on the floor. “will you marry me Jenny?” he asked. she covered her mouth with her tiny hands. but then she dropped them to her sides. “of course.” she answered. he laughed. “i mean…yes. yes, of course. yes.” she laughed too. “yes.” and he picked her up and kissed her. all alone in a tiny ribbon shop. just they two of them. but they didn’t care. he only kissed her without a thought. and slid the silver ring on her small finger. and kissed her again.
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that is partly why i ♥ ribbon. because it makes me think up things like that.
(the opera season is almost here. i cannot wait. i really want to see La Boheme.)
-Bella
i wore a blue dress today.
had a cup of tea.
sewed felt moustaches for some future dramas.
and read this:
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Rodolfo- (writes, stops, thinks, writes again) (restless; tears up the page, throws down the pen) “The mood has left me.” (discouraged) (a soft knock on the door) “Who’s there?”
Mimi- (offstage) “Pardon.”
Rodolfo- (getting up) “It’s a woman.”
Mimi- “Please may I. My candle has gone out.”
Rodolfo- (runs to open) “Really.”
Mimi- (with a key, and a darkened candle, stands in the doorway) “I’d like to…
Rodolfo- “Won’t you come in and sit down?”
Mimi- “No, don’t bother.”
Rodolfo- (insisting) “Won’t you please come in?” (she comes in and begins coughing: Rodolfo worried) “Do you feel ill here?”
Mimi- “No. Nothing.” (coughing)
Rodolfo- “You’re looking pale now.”
Mimi- “It’s my breath. Oh those stairs.” (faints. Rodolfo barely holds her and makes her sit down. her key and candle fall)
Rodolfo- (embarrassed) “And now what shall I do?” (gets some water and sprinkles it into her face) “Like this…” (watching her closely) “Her face looks so like illness.” (Mimi comes to) “Do you feel better?”
Mimi- “Yes.”
Rodolfo- “The room’s very cold here. Come sit beside the fire. One moment…”
———La Boheme, Act 1.
my absolute favourite part.
-Bella
i'm Bella.
i love clotheslines, writing, humor, the colour cornflower blue, ballet, baking bread, and freckles.
i collect red lipstick, bowties+neckties, vinyl records, and classic books.
i have J.Crew rainboots, too many {little black dresses}, a good hankering for italiano food everyday, and such a want to go see the opera.
i think boys with their shirtsleeves rolled up are better, Charles Dickens was amazing,vintage is the best, goodwill is the way to go, Church makes everyone hungry, and life is about swing dancing.
that's me in a nutshell.
