Brioche meets the sky.

Dear Fleur.
I'm reading My Life in France by Julia Child. Love it. Absolutely love it.
Today I'm making brioche and wishing for real butter. I'm also mapping out more of Charlie Meets the Sky. It's mind-boggling. Where in the heck am I going to find a girl with big hips willing to dash through a field of corn. Where?
I like writing it though. (The outline at least). It's sweet. And musical. And the words are light.
Did I mention Charlie? He's supposed to be super tall and played by an Italian.
This story is a mess. I love it.

There is a blue barrette in my hair this morning. I have Art History homework. I need to spritz up my essay. Go to the post office. And we have to check the van out. Gah. There is a coaching test I need to take too. Today is going to be busy.

I've had a hankering to make puff pastry and chocolate souffles. But for that I need real butter and something like one dozen eggs. This is the moments I wish I lived on a farm.

Now for Charlie.
Love, Bells.