when i was little i used to draw decently. now...not so much. but i can sew.

dear fleur.
3 days. before i get to be with the ocean. i am ecstatic. i kind of want to sit in the sand and draw ugly pictures.
i am not very good at drawing.
i want to be e.h.shephard and ludwig bemelmans. but my hands can't decide who they really are. i am more like a grossssssss bella who grimaces at too straight lines.
ugh.
i want to draw sweeter.

on another note, my tote bag is coming along. but i am tired of working on that. so i think i'll make something for kirstie instead. that should be nice. if only i can think of what to make her.
PAUSE.
i know. this is going to be lovely.
and
i want to go write. something gorgeous. there's this boy up here right now. he is sad. he misses her. and he has hair like bleached sunshine and a nose like hamlet. it is to die for.
i should practice drawing too.

love, bella.