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.

Birds.

Dear Fleur.
My hair's a big mess today. And I'm wearing eyeliner and mascara which I usually don't do. I have to file for financial aid. AGAIN. Nice church service this morning. Week of Prayer and Fasting started. Tulips on the table. And I decided to read Daniel again this week and write Charlie Meets The Sky. Maybe fixing the van. Trying to be a waitress. Cold hands. Good dreams lately. And I like wearing blouses these days. And I need a nice oak frame for the picture Victoria gave me; so I can hang it up. I'll paint more. Draw pictures. School. And I want to stargaze tonight. Maybe I'll convince Tazza to bundle up and we can lay on the lawn together.

I really want the flowers to grow back. So I can make a flower crown.
But all I have is bird earrings.
It'll do.