•Sunday

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It was Sunday. She was in love with Sunday. You got to dress up on Sunday.

Today she wore a bright red skirt, grenadine lips, and a black tie-front sweater. A little pearl around her throat. Shoes with bows on the toes on her feet.

It was raining outside.

After Church she and her two sisters had to run two blocks. A mad dash in the downpour. They laughed the whole way. And her feet got cold. And her hands. And she was carrying Raspberry Green tea. But she was happy. And her eyes were bright. And her tea was still warm.

She was in love with Sunday.

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Love.from

-Bella

Today I’m Bell.

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Today she felt worse. Worse than before. She hated being sick. But she loved the tea. The tea almost made it worthwhile. Especially today’s. It was White Christmas from Harney & Sons. Complients of mon petit chou. She loved that girl. And that tea.

Today she wore a pink tee shirt. And boy’s jeans. And dangling silver earrings. Her hair was curly and in her face. And she had argyle socks and red lips on. She felt nice. Still sick, but nice. And she smelled like Cherry Blossoms. You always feel better when you smell nice.

Today her friend Sam was leaving.

And today the girl who smelled nice learned a new French word.

Joyeux.

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Love.from

-Bell

I stand on chairs in Argyle Socks. Do you?

Sorry i’ve been so busy lately. It has been hectic with

CHRISTMAS

and all.

But now I have a spare minute while sitting here in the Sammy Jeans and a pair of dangling silver earrings.

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The 25th was a sprucey day. It was filled with too much wrapping paper, lovely ribbon, burnt waffles in the morning, friends, homemade bread, little white lights, and argyle socks.

I thought it was just jolly. But that was mostly because I ended up with Martin Chuzzlewit in one hand, a typewriter in front of me, a locket round my neck, and a cup of WHITE CHRISTMAS tea in my other hand.

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Life is good.

Love.from

-Bella

♥

Just thought you should know:

I HEART DUTCH BROS.

(♥Hot Chai Tea Lattes)

I am a Starfish.

“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♥

Rooibos makes your face hurt less.

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

The [sub]keeper who listens to OPERA.

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…

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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,

↓

Some Rooibos and OPERA. (I ♥ Rooibos.)

And then the cul-de-sac.

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.

…

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….

more Dears.

Dear H.G.Wells,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

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Dear little story on my bed,

i love you.

you are turning out to be splendid.

i could read you over and over and over.

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Dear people who yell at me as i walk up the hill with my bicycle on my way home from xc practice,

you do not have to yell at me.

it’s RUDE.

just because i am walking up the hill does not mean i’m a wimp.

just so you know,

i bicycled for 30 minutes.

then i ran for 2 hours (over 4 miles).

then i bicycled for 20 more minutes.

it is not REQUIRED to ride up the 300 meter hill that makes you feel like your legs fell off and you died about halfway up.

you do not need to yell at me.

you don’t have the right to yell at me.

you’re in a car.

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Dear Miss Tandy,

i don’t know why you find it necessary to buy a FAIRY DRESS in the GOODWILL,

but i think it’s cute.

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Dear new little blue dress,

you are quite adorable.

i

LOVE

you.

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Dear colour of ROOIBOS tea,

you are loverly.

ever so loverly.

like little lady’s hair that is curled just right.

and those sweet boys who actually like to play hide-and-seek.

and nametags.

and playing ping-pong like it doesn’t matter.

not to mention you taste so scrumptious.

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today was quite the day.

i wanted to be Nancy Drew. i’m incredibly tired. i played soccer in the cul-de-sac with Lala mia and Miss Tandy. i had Key Lime Pie yogurt. i wrote and typed away. i wore my tap shoes and POLO sweater from the GOODWILL. i thought up 2 stories. i found the name Maxwell. and i drank a lot of chocolate milk.

today was a good day.

it was a day of “WHOLE HEARTS.” (you’ll get that when you read my new little children’s story.)

love.

-Bella

Martin and Margaret.

today i want cupcakes and a STARBUCKS® Salted Caramel Hot Chocolate.

but i can’t have those.

i can have homemade muffins and tea.

and that makes me happy.

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red coats and blustery days are a sure recipe for love. at least they were for Margaret. it seemed everytime the wind was eating the sky, and everytime Margaret wore that little red coat, she fell in love. it was simple really. it had happened 8 times. he was the eighth.

his name was Martin. but she didn’t know that. yet. he wore a black coat and sleepy eyes. his hair was a syrupy, maple colour and had a single curl that fell over his brow. his eyes were chocolate.

she knew he was different then the other 7. she’d never talked to the others. but then he walked past her. without a word. and she thought maybe for a moment that she’d just lied to herself and maybe he wasn’t different. but she hadn’t.

her scarf blew off. it was the sort of scarf that one would expect to blow off anyways. not one of those chunky, knitted confections that kept your neck toasty all the way from home to the supermarket and home again. it was a long, creamy rope of silk intertwined with ribbons. and it blew right off. and it landed behind her, wrapping itself around his ankles.

she turned around clutching her neck with a small hand. her turned around clutching her scarf with a big hand.

and he was pleasantly surprised. he had expected a 30 something woman to march up to him and grab the scarf without a word and march away. instead he was greeted by the sight of a lovely young woman who was blushing furiously.

he liked the way her caramel coloured tresses were piled on top of her head without a thought. and he loved her eyes. they were the colour of forget-me-nots. he couldn’t help but feel like quite the lucky guy at that moment. it’s not everyday you catch a gorgeous little lady’s runaway scarf.

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love.

-Bella