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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.

Little French Dream.

Dear Fleur.
So there's, ummm, french toast in the kitchen. Do you know what that means? No, you don't.
IT MEANS THAT TODAY WILL BE RAD.
And I don't even usually use the word "rad."

I'll be cracking out the sewing machine this morning.
My fingers are already covered in ink.
My hair still smells like peppermint.
I heard mention of a French Press&coffee...s'il vous plait Ria?
A girl is sitting on the sofa behind me playing an out-of-tune child's guitar. Darling.
There's one of the sweetest books in the world on my bed.
And there is that little stash of pink paper hearts calling my name.

The one word for this day:
Madeline.
I've kind of been obsessed with her. My life dream is to write something as amazing as Ludwig Bemelmans did. That would be so...rad.

Love from Bella.

Fleur.

Dear Fleur.
(I decided to name my blog.)
Still in my pajamas at 12 o'clock in the afternoon.
I like it.
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I HAD A GOOD VALENTINES DAY.
I found 2 new sweaters for $2.
I'd call that a steal.
It stole my heart.
And sweaters&pink paper hearts&French words&love made me heureux.
I liked Heart Day.
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Shakespeare in my head this morning.
Francis Carco in my hands.
And a kiss on my cheek(compliments of my little brother).

Love from Bella.