Tulips on the table.

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Laria got the LANDON AUSTIN INTERVIEW up this morning.

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I spent 48 minutes reading a driver’s manual while wearing a pale blue Banana Republic sweater and drinking chai tea earlier.

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I have a bright RED skirt and little green earrings on.

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Yesterday I spent most of my time drinking a Caffe Americano from STARBUCKS with a good friend who has chocolate eyes.

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I cannot for the life of me get over Nelson Mandela’s neckties in that movie.

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My fingers are cold.

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My heart is happy this morning.

So I’m telling you to:

(Photo via NotebookDoodles)

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My Daddy just walked in the door with tulips.

(Flowers for my Mother, but my eyes will eat them up.)

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And I found some more words for those little stories of mine.

But they’re works in progress.

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Love.from

-Bella

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My little rug.

“DON”T LET THE THINGS YOU STAND FOR GET SWEPT UNDER THE RUG BY INFATUATION.”

-Kirsten Rae

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Probably one of the smartest girls I will ever be so happy to have met.

She knows

•why IKEA is so good

•who should be important

•the reasons for words

•how to knit sweet little sweaters

•why tea is addicting

•what I need to hear

•that I always miss her

•what it’s like to watch a real theatrical production

•that Dickens is genius

•why my face is occasionally red from blushing or anger

and

•that brooms are meant to sweep things outside.

Not under the rug.

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I love you to the moon Sweetheart.

Thank.you

Love.from

-Bella

My copper pots and pans.

Yesterday I wished for

shiny

COPPER

POTS

&

PANS.

(It’s something to do with a little story.)

♥

Love.from

-Bella

the man who gave Macbeth away.

i have been typing away and away and away. my fingers hurt. i like it. but my story made me mad today. i got a bit stuck. it’s fixed now though. i think. it’s hard to write when there are 3 children in the next room doing 3 different things and Miss Tandy is playing a harmonica right beside you. very difficult. sometimes you just need quiet. but i think what i really need is to give George and Josephine a break and work on my novel. for some reason, i can write in my novel when a hundred different things are going on. that’s what i love about it.

(what i really want to write right now is this amazing little piece stuck in my head. it’s been there for a long time. it involves the fair and kisses and tents and vintage dresses.)

Lala mia was recording this amazing song earlier today. i love it. especially this one part that is soooooo marvelous. so marvelous. i love it. i love it. i love it. i just can’t say that enough.

today i wanted to cry. and i didn’t know why. but then if figured it out. the other day when we were in that thrift shop, there was a stack of old books for sale. i wanted them. O so badly. but $5 dollars a book is NOT a steal. really, who wants to pay $5 dollars for one book? not me. and who wants to pay $50 dollars for 10 books? (there was 10 of them…) i just wanted the books.  but that’s not why i wanted to cry. i wanted to cry because someone actually gave those books away. what kind of person would do that? i wish i could meet them. i imagine this man whose father left him those books after he died, and that young man wanted nothing to do those old books. he had no hankering to read Shakespeare’s Macbeth. so he gave them away. and now he’s alone in his father’s house without those books. and one day, when he sits down with his morning cup of coffee and reaches for a book in his father’s book shelf, they won’t be there. it will be empty. kind of sad.

Mr.Dante told me today, “There’s something I like about a man sitting in an empty room in a tuxedo. Especially the part about the empty room…” i think i like that too. my little brother is the best. he’s walking inspiration for my men i write about. and he’s only 8 years old. i wish i had an older brother too. he would be more walking inspiration, but he would be 20 years old. for now, Mr.Dante is enough i suppose. if only ’cause he’s the best.

an odd collaboration of thoughts, i know, but it’s just what’s on my mind today.

in lieu of mentioning  Lala mia and vintage dresses, i’ll show you something i really like right now. 2 of the dresses in Lala’s ETSY shop: icarryourheart. they’re also in Lala’s closet in my house. snatch ‘em up before i plead and cry and make her give them to me. *wink*.

Pink Swing

this one is The Pink Swing. and you can find it here.

DUTCH GIRL

this one is The DUTCH GIRL. and you can find it here.

i like ‘em. and so will you.

a thought for today….don’t give vintage Macbeths away. PLEASE.

love.

-Bella.dear

.novel.

today is a novel day. i will sit and write in my novel till my fingers kill me and ink stains my hands.

and then i will ride my bicycle with Miss Tandy down to the graffiti trains and the old car lot to take ETSY pictures.

then i will write in my novel again.

and again.

and again.

today is a novel day. i like that idea.

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

blooming tea….like flowers….

today was filled with words for me. it was a good writing day. thinking up new things. and remembering old things. i liked it.

i remembered this:

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they passed each other on the sidewalk while walking in the rain. both of them held red umbrellas. both of them turned to second glance at one another. she wore a little black dress and a creamy coloured coat and had cherry red lips. he had shiny shoes and curly hair and wore a pale green necktie. they kept walking. then he stopped. and he smiled. and he turned around and ran. he ran after her.

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i loved writing that little piece.♥

and i made up this:

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he held her chin in his hands. softly touching her cheek with two fingers. “you know what i love best about you?” he whispered. she playfully kissed one of those fingers. “no, what?” he playfully kissed her lips. “the way you laugh when i hold your hand as if it tickles…” she blushed. “…the way you tilt your head when i touch your hair….and the way you smile in the middle of my kisses…” she blushed even redder. “you know what i love best about you?” she asked. he smiled. “the way you love me.” she whispered.

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i loved writing this too.♥

Miss Tandy and Franny and i headed out to the park today. we took a stroll in the creek. or at least tried to. Franny fell in. and i laughed about it. and so did Miss Tandy. but Franny didn’t. we told her she would when she was 27.

i went to goodwill today. i found another new little black dress. happyness indeed. and i also got a little flowered coin purse. (red poppies). and a swing dancing cd. i adore goodwill.

i had a cup of Blooming Rooibos Tea today.

now i have to go practice some sweet little swing dancing moves with Miss Tandy. (my Mumsie is running a blow-dryer in the kitchen. why? i have not the slightest idea….)

-Bella

.Miss Tandy.hot feet.sweet tid-bits.daisies.

i walked down to the park yesterday with Miss Tandy. it was actually quite awful. my feet were hot (which i despise wholeheartedly), and with my feet being hot and all, my head began to hurt. awful as it was though, i started to enjoy myself a mile into it. i find that when my head hurts, i can think a little better at times. and one can’t help but enjoy themselves when they are thinking superbly. it felt like little .f.l.o.w.e.r.p.e.t.a.l.s. were being dropped into my noggin. which made me come up with this sweet tid-bit:

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“he loves me…he loves me not…” she dropped each daisy petal about her feet where she sat as she said the words. a chuckle sounded behind her. she didn’t even bother to look. so he walked around to face her. then, she bothered to look at him. his hair was mussed and his tie undone. his shirtsleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and in one of his hands was a small bouquet of daisies. he set the bouquet on her lap as he sat down beside her. “i thought you might want to try some of these.” she glared at him. “what did you do? count their petals?” his smile was a dead give-a-way. “oh, what’s the use?” she flicked the petals from the skirt of her green dress. “they all say the same thing. i’m playing a child’s game for goodness sake!” he only laughed and lay down and stared up at the sky. she fumed. but only for a while. then she lay down next to him. a curl of her auburn hair landed on his lips. he gently removed it. she sighed. “i just don’t know if he really loves me.” he didn’t say anything. so they just lay there. and he secretly fingered and carressed the curl that had landed on his face. and then he whispered, “i know i love you.” but she didn’t hear him. so they just lay there.

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thought i’d let you take a peek at that.

-Bella

.welcome.to.my.world. (wipe your feet on the mat please if you would…)

hello and salutations and whatnot.

welcome to my world (as it says up on top).

this blog will most likely be filled with words. lots and lots and lots of happy words. ’cause i write. {as in, i’m a writer.} and i love to write for people. and now that’s you. {you might want to begin to feel very special and start blushing right now. i would.} anywho….just a little peek into what’s to come. you’ll be reading things i do and want to do and wish for and see and imagine up and love. lots and lots and lots of things.  hope you love it. or at least like it. or maybe hate it. but if you really want to, you can be “on the fence about it” too.

good day and much felicity to you.

-Bella