Showing posts with label early mornings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label early mornings. Show all posts

Thursday, November 11, 2010

today i want to make almond joys.

dear fleur.
this is a reallllyyyy nice bakery. i think it's darling. it's gorgeous.
unfortunately,
i've never been.
one time i worked in a bakery for a few days. when i stayed in snohomish with kirsten. i liked it. a lot. it was on a farm.
we made cinnamon rolls every morning. and i was standing in the little cold kitchen at about 10AM on one of those days, and i realized that i wanted to do this.
i want to bake.
it was a crazy moment for me. because i want to do a lot of things. and i suddenly really wanted to do this more than anything else. or until i could do something else.
i like the idea of it.

if i move to bend, or wherever, i am going to try and work in a bakery.
i think it would be nice.
love bella.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

A little hat.


She was tired when she woke up. It was 6:23 in the morning after all. She wasn't an early person. But her hair looked nice this morning. It was curly. Just the way she liked it. She slipped a little pink sweater on over her head and made her way out into the kitchen. It was snowing outside. Her face lit up. And she went out the back door. She stood on the porch barefoot. And looked up. The sky was white. Her cheeks were red and blushing from the cold. Her toes were cold. She was happy.

That night she sat on the sofa with her sisters watching Bonnie & Clyde. It was one of her favourite movies. She loved the way Bonnie dressed. Classic. The woman looked put-together while robbing banks for goodness sake. Who else could do that? It made her jealous. And she liked that one little hat that Bonnie wore in the movie. She wished she had a hat like that.

This morning was Church. The alarm went off at 6:30. She didn't get out of bed till a half an hour later. And when she did, she was still sleepy. But she shrugged it off. And got dressed. Printed tights, white skirt, cowboy boots, and that pale pink sweater again. It made her feel good. Not as pretty as Bonnie Parker, but good. And her older sister had made her coffee. That made her 'heureux.' Just as happy as when she pretended that she could speak French. Coffee and French. Kind of like Bonnie and Clyde... It was a joli day.

Love from.
Bella