My new PUMA shoes are sprucey. I think they’re almost broken in.
I think my face is almost broken too. The left side at least. By the end of indoor, I am going to have some serious bruising on that cheek. How many times can you get hit on your face?
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Poofy hair today.
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Miss Kirstie Rae, YOU’LL HAVE A PACKAGE SOON. That little gift I’m making, IS DONE.
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I think I’ll go and read my copy of WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE that my Papa brought me home.
(so it’s pretty much happy day to you till Thursday. o.k? i’ll be back to blogging soon enough.)
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we watched Where The Wild Things Are in theatres last night. i ♥ it. the part where MAX is sitting with Carol by the fort next to the orange flowers and Carol scratches MAX’s name into it in the middle of a heart….my absolute favourite. hands down↓.
my Mother brought me home WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE yesterday. she borrowed it from the library.
i am kind of so happy.
i really needed that book.
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it was Miss Kirstie Rae’s birthday not too long ago. i blush to say that her package is awfully late. its still not even in the mail. but it is going to be filled with WONDER. and lots of other lovely things.
(really darling, i’m sorry its so late…)
i’m still not done the gift i’m making her. but i think i’m in love with it. i hope she falls in love with it too. i hope it makes
her heart jump
and her mouth laugh
and her pretty little hands shake with expectation.
i wish it would do that. because she’s so darn special to me. and i really want her to know that. really. she is pretty much my
BEST FRIEND.
not to mention she can milk a goat faster than i can say
“Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.”
now that’s talent.
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now i have to go and finish that sprucey little gift for that sprucey little lady
we went and cut wood today. Popi, Ria, and i. my feet were cold. i love cold feet. Ria hated her cold feet.
it was hard.
(just so the world knows, girls were not made to cut wood.)
THEY JUST WEREN’T.
and a little advice to all those people planning on having their first child:
HAVE A BOY.
because older brothers make everything better.
(especially when the wood needs to be cut.)
i did like riding in the truck though. and heaving all those logs in the back wasn’t completely awful. i’m not complaining. i’m just wishing for an older brother (but the amazing wood cutting abilities that he would come with wouldn’t be too shabby either…). i guess what i mean to say is this:
•girls are for cooking and wearing aprons and singing and dancing with and to look sweet.
•guys are for cutting wood (and to fall in love with i suppose).
•trucks are loud.
•if you’re going to have 4 little ladies in your family, it would be smart to have a boy first.
•wood cutting is necessary.
•knitted socks are wonderful.
•AND OLDER BROTHERS ARE ONE OF THE BEST THINGS IN EVER.
(so if you’re an older brother, THANK YOU. you are so lovely.)
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i’ve been searching the house for a copy of Where The Wild Things Are. Mother hid it and forgot where she put it. and i need it. i have this little project going, and O i need it.
bother.
i’ll just have to look harder.
(they’re making it into a film. i really want to see it now.)
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i’ve been busy making musicals in the cul-de-sac with Miss Tandy and Ria, writing my heart out, looking for Wild Things (*wink*), watching BIG FISH, and running about in knitted red socks.
life is good.
love.
-Bella.dear
meet me here.
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.
