Can you tie your tie Mister?

I GET TO PAINT TODAY.

JEALOUS MUCH?

(I WOULD BE.)

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We’re finishing up our indoor soccer jerseys.

TIE-DYE all the way.

And hand painted names and numbers.

(I hope we can be the 3 Italians.)

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I kind of love plaid this morning.

I want to wear that BANANA REPUBLIC scarf again.

But it’s not that cold.

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I taught someone to tie a tie yesterday.

EVERY BOY SHOULD KNOW HOW TO TIE A TIE.

It’s pretty darn important.

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We went to a football game last night.

My feet got cold in those sparkly green flats.

And we lost.

While I had cold feet.

Bother.

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Now off to put my neckties away,

find that scarf,

read some KEATS,

and paint.

Love.

-Bella.dear

Soccer till 10 o’clock at night while the chocolate milk waits at home? YES PLEASE.

I’m feeling better today.

(My hair is poofy. And yes, that could have something to do with my “betterness.”)

Yesterday was snazzy. Though I was upset for part of the day.

I painted on the kitchen floor.

Read KEATS for 3 hours.

Wanted to run.

Talked to myself.

Made up a grand story.

Coughed.

Fixed my hair over and over and over again.

And then I went played soccer in the tennis courts in a J.Crew vest and black tights till 10 o’clock at night.

So…

it was a good day. Even though my toes hurt this morning and my fingers are still cold.

Today will be darling.

I get to run.

I want to paint some more.

Tea is in the kitchen.

Did I mention my hair is poofy?

WE HAVE CHOCOLATE MILK.

My feet are cold. (O yay.)

And I want to wear bright colours.

So…

Today will be lovely.

Tomorrow, not so much.

1 word.

DENTIST.

So…

I will have to make the best of tomorrow.

But I will have a good sweet tid-bit for you tomorrow.

love.

-Bella.dear

I paint when my face is red. Do you?

I’m upset.

I’m a little sick.

So my face is red.

(Because I’m upset.)

I can’t run when I’m sick. And that is one of the worst things in…EVER.

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To console myself, I watched Sense and Sensibility with Ria yesterday.

[The new BBC version that just came out, written by: Andrew Davies and directed by: John Alexander.]

I ♥ that film.

I wait for my favourite part for the whole entire movie. Because my favourite part is practically the 3rd from last scene. O unlucky me. But it’s worth it. Because when I get to watch Edward propose to Eleanor….that’s probably one of my favourite films just because of that scene. Out all of the characters, those two are PERFECT.

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My Good Earth tea quote is:

“The worst loneliness is not to be comfortable with yourself.”

-Mark Twain

1835-1910

That man was terribly smart. Even if he did swear a little too much for his own good.

…

everyone

is

still

asleep

in

my

house.

it’s really quiet.

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We took a trip to the buy pumpkins when our Grandparents were here.

I wasn’t sick when I went to buy pumpkins.

*Pout*

I DO HEART PUMPKINS.

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I think I shall go and fill my head with KEATS.

And make my fingers hurt from typing.

And maybe paint something.

TODAY FEELS LIKE A PAINTING DAY.

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I think I’m getting better already.

That’s what Ponyboy would say.

love.

-Bella.dear

p.s. Only 4 more days till John Keats birthday. I’m so excited I could burst. Not literally. Actually, it kind of feels literal….

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…

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