we can wear red shirts and eat all the bagels in the world's kitchen.

Dear Fleur.
This girl?
Ummm, yes, it was her birthday.
And, yes, I love her to death.
And, yes, I've never even met her.

You can be jealous if you want.

Happy Belated Birthday Reagan.
♥ x 1,000,000,000,000,000,000 = My fingers on this keyboard.
You're a doll.

One day we'll eat bagels together.
o.k.
And you can stick birthday candles in yours.

Love, Bella.

[NOT]frown.

Dear Fleur.
This morning, I woke up and had NUTELLA on a cinnamon raisin bagel while writing on little pink paper hearts. Then I sewed for Kirstie. And then I found out that my lovely friend with gorgeous red hair started a blog. She started a blog.
Take that non-bloggers.
It's delightful. And quirky. And beautiful. And tasty.
Just like her.
Check it out on my little sidebar. She just got started, but it's already to die for.
She's the one with the red hair. & the pretty eyes. & the cute name. & the blue plaid.
She will make you scream with happyness.
A sure cure for all those frowning people.
Love from Bella.