Pretty yellow sunlight

Pretty yellow sunlight 

In the morning, peeking through the curtains. Begging for outside company, it felt like. The sound of the alarm clock was not a dreadful sound today. Because of the gold substance waiting outdoors. It helps so so much. I opened my window and said hi.

During breakfast. One felt like eating ones oatmeal and cornflakes with the windows wide open. Siblings came down in flowery jumpsuits with spaghetti straps and bright coloured shorts.

Then I missed my bus so my mum took me to the station. The car was parked under our huge big tree but the sun got through and the pretty yellow sunlight caught the car.

The train station! Intoxicated with a gold, calm spell. Eyes squinting. Here and there in the crowd a teenage boy flicking around his cool hair, looking even cooler in the sunlight, and a lady looking uncomfortable in her office heels. No sweat yet though, because it was only twenty five minutes past seven o'clock. The air is still fresh.

In the train. Eyes close. People read newspapers. A man with orange glasses and 4 wooden beaded bracelets on his left arm reads his with a grumpy face. I wonder why. Because it's a SUNLIT MORNING. Dude.

Walking from the station to college, over Brussels' pavements and crossing the busy road. Out came my 5£ sunglasses. Around me: A girl in a summer top, a lady with cool sandals and a beautiful classy Indian lady with an Audrey Hepburnesque black dress and beautiful black curls. (Street fashion goals!)

After four hours of supposed productivity and apparently education classes the small class that was present today went into the pretty streets of Brussels to find some place to drink something.

The streets of Brussels. The yellowness splashing on the cobbles and the great Medieval houses. The horse for the tourist horse and carriage drinking his well needed water. So many tourists and so many languages. People eating waffles and ice-cream and taking pictures of the famous (and stupid) statue of the peeing boy and wearing shaded specs. We were students who had just finished 4 hrs of classes and who had 4 more hrs to go but the atmosphere in the city screamed holiday.

A entrepreneuring band of a guitar, saxophone and a drum-kit played songs from their album they were trying to sell. And they played 'Havana havana' and 'Hit the road Jack.' They were talented. And played and played their songs with such gusto in the blazing city sunlight, sweat trickling on their foreheads. People were sitting on the pavement. Listening and selfie-ing, and wanting their legs to get tanned.

We found a café with coloured chairs outside. Bought scandalously expensive drinks. The sun was pouring down over us. The cool drinks were much appreciated.

Walking back to college through the glass pink famous shopping Galerie Royalle of Brussels. I walk there almost daily but today it was more beautiful than normal. The sun shone down through the glass ceiling. The fancy chocolate shops and glove shops gave passers by cool inviting breezes and the tulips planted in big flowerpots nodded lazily, their yellow and red colours smiling at me.

4 more hours of class, luckily the rooms were cool and the teachers were in good moods because the first day of what felt like summer had cast a spell of cheerfulness over everyone. The Dutch class was hilarious and chill. 

In the train at 6 o'clock people were cheerful, but tired - the sunlight and the sweat making everyone drowsy and dizzy. A nice-looking dark-skinned boy was sleeping on the seat next to me. Another guy in shorts was reading a thick book about Stephen Hawking. He had big glasses and looked extremely nerdy and intelligent. I just looked outside. At the green leaves of the trees whizzing past. At the people in skirts and shorts and tank tops and T-shirts and real shirts with the sleeves rolled up. At the rays of sunlight streaming down from the heavens onto my train seat.

Drinking water. Sweaty but happy after a long day of classes. The bus drove me home. It drove past so many deliciously FULL trees of luscious bunches of pink blossom. WOW.

When I came home, my brother was playing the piano with the headphones on, because my littlest sister was sleeping upstairs. My little sisters were in their pyjamas, drawing tiny little adorable pictures of potted flowers and cacti. It was almost seven o'clock but the whole downstairs floor was light with evening sun rays. I ate leftover pancakes with strawberry jam and then with chocolate 'hagelslag' and I drank a huge glass of milk.

I closed my bedroom window and closed the curtains.

Oh my word

Pretty yellow sunlight.

You made an ordinary day quite extra.

This blog post is gonna be fun.

I've been getting a LOT of spam comments recently. UGH. Here's me having fun and responding to them. (Respond as in Roast.)

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10 types of Internet Bios

I'm starting to get sick of the word 'Internet Bios' buuuuut they're so much fun, so here's another post on them. Here are Ten Types of Internet (mainly Instagram) Bios that you will have seen at least one in your life. (Now I sound like Blimey Cow.)

1. The Organised Bio

Example:丨INTJ 丨Lover of books丨24 丨British 丨John 1:1 丨Happily Married丨

That person that loves how uncluttered and organised her/his (let's be real, it's a girl) bio looks in comparison to the unorganised ones.

2. The Emoji Bio

Example: →👗👫💗😻🍁👸🌺🍦🍓🎹←

That person that thinks everyone will take the time to unclue what kind of personality s/he has by staring at the individual emoji's for ten minutes.

3. The Link Bio

Example: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Sweetest-Thing-Elizabeth-Musser-ebook/dp/B004XM3WA6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1481093686&sr=8-1&keywords=the+sweetest+thing+elizabeth+musser

That person who uses their bio to get traffic elsewhere. These are usually short-term, because in the caption of one of the pictures someone will say 'link in the bio.' Why, by the way, not just put the link in the caption? (Or maybe that's not possible?)

4. The Short Bio

Example: Born with peculiarity.

That person that thinks s/he just nailed it on the Bio-writing department.

5. The Funny Bio

Example: I have no clue what to write here, so I guess I'll just take a time to be real with you guys and tell you that.

That person that attempts to make their page looks really attractive by making his/her bio really funny. 90% of the time the joke is very lame, but the fact that s/he devoted the oh-so-important-bio for wit must mean it's a very witty person.

6. The Confusing Bio

Example: 25/mdays!! ANNABELLE💘ง♡↑阝↟🌲థΔ∢ youtubedotcomeslashsomething /🌘०be happy↠ i love @cooldude💜

That person that's trying so, so, so hard to be really cool. Their bio ends up looking like a wreched mess.

7. The follow 4 follow Bio

Example: My name is Janice follow 4 follow no haters plz

That person that wants to be famous so bad s/he does it the desperate way and begs for followers. This is the kind of bio that makes me lose hope in humanity.

8. The Christian Bio

Example: *insert a Bible verse*

That person that gets their priorities straight.

9. The trying-to-fit-as-much-as-possible-into-one-bio Bio

Example: BLOGGER heresmyblogblogspot.com/Lover of rain💦/homeschooled/Downton Abbey/my fam♡/I sell things on Etsy heresmyetsy.com/In Christ Alone/I love doing the laundy/one of these was a joke😀

That person who has so much to say and grabs the oppotunity in the bio. S/he makes sure to attempt to add a little bit of everything; a bit of humour, a bit of linky-love, a bit of emoji-love, a bit of personal info. (I would probably be this person.)

10. The Artistic Bio

Example: 🌒 S T A R T 🌓 L I V I N G 🌔 F O R 🌖 L O V E 🌘

That person that takes hipster to a whole new level, putting spaces (or full-stops) between letters, and using very mythical-looking emojis to make their deep living advice look deeper.

Which one are you? :-)

The Life of Blogger-Person

(Note: this blog post is meant to be a joke. Don't take it seriously by any means.) (Also I had no people in particular (except myself in no.2) in mind while writing this. Just don't get offended by anything here, okay, it's all meant to be funny. It might not be funny, but it's meant to be. Ha.)

1. Blogger-Person Starts Blog

First there's an ugly header, a layout which wobbles and needs tweaking. But Blogger-Person is proud of her (let's make Blogger-Person a girl, even though I know there are guy-bloggers) blog and she spends sweat, blood and tears trying to make it as nice as *insert her favourite blog* which, after some time, she realises will never happen. The first post is written in a flurry of excitement and oh, gleeful is the day when the follower-box has more than one for company. The first follower, after all, was Blogger-Person herself, because it's so much fun to see your own posts coming up in your own dashboard, ammirite?

2. Blogger-Person posts. A lot.

The first year of blogging often occurs in the years of little schoolwork and responsibilities. Happy were the days when Blogger-Person posted every day, sometimes twice a day, sometimes thrice. Inspiration was never low and inwardly she scorned those other blogger-peoples who said that they 'didn't know what to write about.' Why! The notion to her was impossible. Not know what to post about? The idea. The blogging world was an adventure and a thrill... she had 30 followers and finally had a celebrity status. And she really has the hang of it now. Like, she's giving all the New-Blogger-People advice.

3. Blogger-Person makes friends with other Blogger-People

This is an important stage in Blogger-Person's life and wins many new followers for her gain. If she's lucky some of her own favourite Blogger-People start interacting with her obviously it's time it make all the followers jealous by writing loads and loads of posts on how much fun they're having on their epic meet-up and by making sure to mention tons of inside jokes in the comments. Because it's so fun to tease readers and to brag about how intimate blogger friendships are. 

4. Blogger-Person moves blog & gets a fancy layout

The old blog posts are just far to embarrassing. Blogger-Person has changed and grown so much since she started this blog. Really, it is time for a new chapter in her life. She will continue blogging but it is time to venture in a new Blog. This time it is modern, SO LEGIT and fancy-schmancy. The title is the name of Blogger-Person and the sidebar has a cool gadget to show off the Instagram pictures. The blog posts only have pics made by Blogger-Person, and gifs of famous people, because Blogger-Person is no longer interested in what she was very interested in when she started blogging. She has grown; changed; and she is so so thankful for her darling followers for sticking around on her journey. *

5. Blogger-Person disappears forever

...but she has an Instagram account which is 100% active, so it's not like she's dead.

The disappearance of Blogger-Person is always mysterious, sometimes just offensive because we can SEE that she has a LOT OF TIME on her hands just looking at the Insta Gram. Blogger-Person gets married, Blogger-Person disappears. That's how things work. Or Blogger-Person get's too high-and-mighty for her lil' blog, she now finally has real life friends. Or Blogger-Person simply is too busy, she will say. Sometimes, after two years or something, A-now-Older-Blogger-Person returns (waaaaaaaat *comment section turns ecstatic*) with the promise that she will post more often. But that post with that promise really was the very last blog post.

(*EMMA I PROMISE I DID NOT WRITE THIS WITH YOU IN MIND.)

The Imagination of Period Drama Lovers (by Naomi)

(This is a very silly slash embarrassing slash hopefully slightly humorous 'poem' I created the other day, on a whim. I took the decision to post it. Because apparently that's a good decision.)

The Imagination of Period Drama Lovers 

(by Naomi Sarah)

There on the table, a plain white candle, unselfconsciously quivering,

At night, under the covers, winter evening shivering.

The former; I pretend I'm Mr Darcy, snuffing candles under the weather.

The latter; I'm Elinor or Marianne, snuggling for warmth together.

When dressed in anything remotely black, I'm that evil maid in Downton Abbey

But when wearing ten-thousand pound jewels, I aristocratically cry, 'Mmm, not to shabby.'

While wearing anything soft that sort of hides my neck, I exclaim, 'Sink me, odd fish m'sieur!'

(Whether or not you got that reference I am not entirely sure.)

I pretend I'm Sister Monica Joan when the kitchen suspiciously smells of cake,

And whenever I am running through public streets, I might as well cry, 'There's lace at stake!'

Wearing sleeves with a hint of puff automatically makes me the next Anne Shirley,

(Even though I talk very little and my hair's dark-brown and un-Anne-ish-ly curly.)

Remember that one time when I was Lady Cora, when Mama bought me breakfast on a tray?

And then I lost a glove - how ironic, just like Meg March after that game of croquet!

Oh, Lady Catherine de Bourgh, didn't see you there, sorry! I'm Mr Collins, all at your disposal.

Look, it's snowing, how gorgeous! Where's my Matthew Crawley and his ridiculously romantic proposal?

Posting letters, receiving them; handing over packages of white and brown,

Dusty air is rather pretty (and well, so am I) but of course that's no reason not to frown!

The former - why, I'm Dorcas Lane of course - what did you expect?

The latter is me as Mr Thornton (and if you've never heard of him you must be of an Amish sect.)

'What-ho!' is what I cry when my oddly-named friends come into town,

But all that annoying judge who's against our zoo needs, is an angry, 'Pipe down!'

Look out of the window, a visitor arriving! - It's Mr-what's-his-name, that rich, tall fellow.

(Oh and on a sidenote, just in case you wanted to know - Queen Victoria is who I am whenever I'm wearing yellow.)

To you this poem might seem odd (duh) - but didn't the guy in Testament of Youth write poems too?

I love my characters; I love these movies - and I really have to make that known to you.

Plus - pretending to be those different people really does put one in a good mood,

So yeah, all in all, my final word: I highly recommend the attitude.

A post for the boys.

(Inspired by Rachel Heffington's post.)

Dear Guys, dear Gentlemen, dear Sirs, dear beard-wearing trouser-wearing creatures with low (or one-day-to-be low) voices. Dear boys. Dear chaps, dear dudes, dear people Of The Male Sex.

This post is for you.

You know, I really don't give you enough credit, I really don't. I so often address my post with just ladies and girls and, well, maybe my brother if I'm very lucky (brothers don't count) (maybe that sounds very mean, but they just don't) in mind, but I rarely even pass it a thought that One of You might be reading the words I publish online.

It's fine - you're perfectly, perfectly welcome here. I am open to all kinds of readers. Even dogs may read my blog if they would be capable of it, although I wouldn't appreciate it if they licked my headers. Not that I'm comparing you with DOGS. (Far from it.) I like boys; they're cool people. We're both people, we're both allowed to read this blog - you. are. welcome. 

Thing is, I have a question. I don't THINK many of you actually read my blog. Out of the 6000 comments on my blog, maybe three come from your sort. Two of which were my dad. Or something like that, anyway. 

Just... I SOMEHOW just suspect that it's just girls out there, kindly filling my followers-box and increasing my views.

I can't be though. There MUST be SOME boys, some men out there reading Wonderland Creek. Maybe not? Maybe not. But I think that maybe there are. Thus the reason for the post; I demand clarification. Is there a lad or a sir amongst my 128 (wut??? 128 followers guys) followers? I would appreciate it if you'd say 'hi, I'm a dude and I read your blog' in the comments. I'm interested to think what male people think of my blog, though. Does the content bore you? Do you cringe at the way I swoon about Movie Heroes? What sort of posts do you like best? What's the male perspective from this little, stupid blog?

The point of this post: WELCOME, sir. Do stay a while. Of course, I thank everyone for sticking around, but I want to thank you ('you' as in, probably one person, if I'm lucky - I'm honestly even doubting your existence) for reading my blog.

Have a great day and don't forget to shave. Love, Naomi x

PS Please DO leave a comment. I'd be very happy to hear from you.

Two Guest Posts (and an Edward Ferras gif.)

Hello, dear people. I hope your December has started off nicely. (December is my favourite month and I have decided to make the best of this one. I'm going to listen to millions of soundtracks, and eat sugary stuff, and journal in red and green ink. I'm so freeeeeeeeeekin excited about Christmas it's not even funny hello.)

Anyway, this is just to say that I've written two Lucy Maud Montgomery-related guest posts for my friend Eva, for her LMM week! Do go and check them out, if you haven't yet. Here's one about Jane of Lantern Hill, and here's one about Maud's life.

Must buzz off now; I have work to do, and a book to write, and Sense and Sensiblity to re-read. Have a lovely day.

Wait, I have something to tell you. Very quickly.

I just rewatched Sense and Sensibility 2008, and GUYS it's official. This is my favourite Sense and Sensibility. Although Mrs Jennings and the Palmers and Marianne and Mr Whilloughby are all, in my opinion, much better in the classic 1995 version, I think everything else in better in here. I just LOVE this Elinor, and OH I LOVE THIS EDWARD SO MUCH. No, not just because he's Dan Stevens, really not. HE'S JUST SPLENDID. I cried and cried when they kissed. Also, all the characters and the lines and the plot twists are in there, and it's three episodes. Nawh, I just love it.)

I LOVE HIM. My favourite JA hero after Mr Knightley. It's OFFICIAL. :-)

(Although what's up with those dusty strawberries in Colonel Brandon's piano room?!!!! And Miss Grey's dress at the ball?!! What da. (And also, there are far too many shots of shells.) But never mind.)

REALLY must go now. Schoolwork is rather boring, but at least I have Thomas Newman soundtracks and drinks. I'm everlastingly thankful to be homeschooled.

Don't forget to check out the guest posts!

In which I swoon over Scenery+Settings

I've done posts in which I've gushed nonsensically over dresses and frills. I've done about fifty of those, when it comes to that. (Well, sliiight exaggeration is allowed now and then.) I've done posts in which I've exclaimed in - oh horrors of horrors - capital letters my fondest love for certain fictional characters. (No, I did not mention Mr Knightley in every one of those posts. Hush.) I've talked about all kinda stuff. 

But I've never really gushed over that BEAUTIFUL scenery in those movies. And those often-ignored Settings. So I am to do so now.

Okay, before we talk about ANYTHING, I'm going to point out that Cinderella has the best inside settings ever. (I haven't seen this yet, but OH I KNOW IT.)

Now we can carry on.

The Sound of Music has THE most GORGEOUS Scenery EVER. Well, I never, and all that jazz. It's all so greeny blue and bluey green and free, free and melodious. It seems to chirp out music - GAH. The Sound of Music is such a pretty movie. Remember that scene where Maria sings about the Hills being Alive, and she goes and swings between the trees? That is SO pretty.

I love that the Sound of Music ends AND starts with mountains and grassy hills. And oh, the way the wind BLOWS on the grass and makes all those RIPPLES.

God really is the most amazing artist ever.

And also the gazebo scenes. Like, it's sooo gorgeous and romantic. With all the moonlight shining through the glass, and the garden all quiet around them. Also, all the inside scenes. I know it's easy to have beautiful interior settings when the movie is about a stinking rich Sea Captain with expensive dance floors, but STILL.

Ahh, you know the scene where they DAAANCE. The Laendler dance?!! That scene's BEAUTIFUL too. :-D

Yeah, I'm going to shut up.

BUT THIS MOVIE IS BEAUTIFUL. Just look. Those white-topped mountains looking so splendid and royal above all the green hills. I want to go on a hike now.

War Horse is not my favourite movie (1. Because it's too horsey. I'm not a huge horse fan. And 2. Because it's a War movie and War movies tend to make me upset.) BUT what I have always loved about War Horse, from the first time I watched it, was the scenery. Seriously, Albert's farm was situated in the prettiest place ever.

I still want to go and live there.

Lark Rise to Candleford has SUCH gorgeous scenery! All the yellow golidness of the fields, the lovely English countryside, the villages, the forest. I. NEED. TO. VISIT. THIS. PLACE. (Gah, wouldn't it be the coolest thing ever? To be able to visit all these filming areas. I'd love to visit Lark Rise and Candleford. Of course, I'd imagine all the characters to be there, but still. :-D)

Yeah, the scenery is gorgeous.

I love also that, after a while, because you see the scenery often (seeing as there are many episodes), that you soon recognise those trees and that path. I love this show like crazy.

We just finished episode five of Season three yesterday - I've witnessed some CRAZY Minnie-Alfie cuteness (shut up you two why are you so cute and please ughhhh ahh (!!!)) and I am becoming very good friends with Daniel, who I Really Like. :-)

Testament of Youth also has some Very Exclamation Point Worthy scenery. Let the pictures speak for themselves. (Besides I am very touchy when it comes to Testament of Youth. I'd rather not talk about it. One doesn't talk about Testament of Youth. One cries about it.)

*snifffff*

And of COURSE, Downton Abbey. The show with All the actors, All the plot lines, All the quotes and All the good scenery. This show has everything and that SO includes the most perfect perfect PERFECT scenery. Possibly out of every movie, Downton Abbey has my favourite scenery.

Duh, the inside settings are wayyy to gorgeous too.

Just look. Sink in it.

I could go on and on about beautiful movie settings and beautiful movie scenery, but this shall be all for today, Jeeves. Have a lovely Sunday! :-)

Swooning over Costumes.

Hello, dearest people. If you've stuck around me for a time, you'll have noticed that I like (um, perhaps I should change that word to 'love', because the word 'like' is a bit of an understatement) to swoon over costumes in Period Dramas. I pin endless pins of Period Dramas and I see endless pictures of Period Dramas in my life, so I always have several costumes to swoon over at the same time. So now and then I devote a post to my favourites. People think those posts are a bit boring, because it's always the same. You know, 'LOOK AT THAT' and 'JUST LOOK' and 'WOW ISN'T IT GORGEOUS' and 'I WANT IT' and very often, 'I NEED IT.' That's boring. So apologies in advance, folks.

Today I'm going to swoon over some costumes. (I just happen to be very good in pointing out stuff everyone is already aware of. It's not hard, you know.)

Our family watched 'Summer Magic' recently, and I thought the dresses the girls wore to the party were absolutely gorgeous. They remind me a bit of something Liesl von Trapp would wear, strangely enough.

(Actually, that's not so strange, because Liesl's outfits are gorgeous too. So it's pretty obvious these gorgeous dresses remind me of Liesl's gorgeous dresses.) (I'll stop rambling.)

As long as I live, I will NEVER get tired of the Downton Abbey costumes. Never, and I repeat it again, Never. Lady Mary's wardrobe used to be my favourite, but now, in the later series, I've started eyeing Lady Rose's wardrobe somewhat more. Her wardrobe is just to DIE for. (Not really, though. Because of what benefit is a lucious sparkly, girly, perfect wardrobe when one is dead? None.)

This outfit of Rose's is also gorgeous. Just sayin'.

I need to see 'Somewhere in Time' so badly. Reason number one: Because Emma, my dear friend, has been wishing me to do so ever since we bumped into each other. Reason number two: Because Eliza's wardrobe is seriously the STUNNIEST thing ever. The outfit pictured above is my favourite one of hers. (Sink me, she's on the header.)

The lace, people. Matched with the pearls and the light pink. *fails*

My siblings, my father and I are watching 'Singing in the Rain' at the moment. I LOVE IT. It's just such a fun, squeeful, jolly, toe-tappy, one-gets-tumbled-inside-the-story musical. I have always adored Kathy's wardrobe, but this time watching it I only realise how much. It's just so adorable. Of course, it helps that Kathy is acted by the most adorable actress of all time, but seriously - her dresses, HER DRESSES!!!! 

My favourite so far is this sheeny, cloudy dress. It looks like it's as light as a fluffy feather (especially in this picture). Isn't it a coincidence that it matches with the backing scenery? I don't think so. :-P

Anna in 'The King and I' has the most PERFECT hoop-skirts ever made. Just LOOK. (Ha, I told you was going to tell you to look sooner or later.) Is that not the most PERFECT shape? I'm obsessed with Anna's dresses.

One day I shall wear such a perfect hoop. I need to so badly.

You know, I'm not a very big fan of Victorian Styles. Admit it, some of them can be pretty weird. 

But (you were waiting for that 'but', weren't you?) the dresses Victoria wears in 'The Young Victoria' are AMAZING. Really. Her yellow ball gown is my favourite, because it's draped in endless lace (lace is always a good idea) but, because I'm sure I've swooned over that one already, I'll show you my second-favourite Young-Victoria-gown. This lavender one.

THE FLOWERS. I knowww. It's not fair.

Cosette's wedding gown is beautiful, by the way. Give me those puffs. 

(I have a question for the Les Mis experts. Does this gif actually come from the movie? It's HAPPY! Because that's pretty darn adorable, that he twirls her around. I might have to watch Les Mis. (Or at least the wedding scene. It's surprisingly HAPPY, for Les Mis.))

What are some costumes you've been adoring lately?

Be honest - do these post bore you?

How to live à la Marianne Dashwood // A Tutorial

Some people find her a whiny, self-absorbed person - some people love her and admit they resemble her a lot. Other people, although they love her as a Jane Austen character - beautiful and passionate - like to laugh at her a little. (No, that last one wasn't me. Just kidding, it was.)

I do feel, though, that Marianne Dashwood lacks love from us all. She feels deeply - she truly feels it, guys, this is all painstakingly real - and she has a huge heart and a brain that works with great dramaticism and gusto. We need to love her. You can even follow her example if you want, because it all ended well with her, didn't it, and she ended up being Jane Austen's beautifullest heroine, and all that. So yeah, I guess you could say that Marianne is kind of a rolemodel. I mean, I guess so, because she's so famous - and you aren't famous for no reason, right? Right? So If you want to be like Marianne Dashwood, here's a tutorial for you.

Step one. Walk in the rain.

Rain is your best friend. You love rain. And if you don't, you have to, if you want to live à la Marianne Dashwood. Basically rain brings out the best men and that way you can marry young and live a long life happily ever after. Life as a single girl is hard.

So, when you hear thunder, or smell rain looming ahead (you can totally smell rain), you go ahead and go for a walk. Your older sister or your younger sister might tell you it'll rain, and you tell them it won't, but it will. Besides, why would the rain stop you. You love rain - why else would rain exist but to walk underneath it?

Step two. Keep on taking walks.

Why walks, do you ask? Why walking in the rain? Why it is so beneficial? Well, as I said, the best men pop up on the surface when it rains. You always faint or twist ankles when you walk in the rain, so they are obliged to pick you up (as if you are nothing but a crumpled leaf!) and tadaa - a romance blossoms. I do warn you, it might take several tries before the right man comes along. So just keep on walking in the rain and getting carried by men until you realise it is the One.

Tips for going on walks, though, don't bring your younger sister along. The wrong men come when the younger sisters do.

Step three. Never hide your feelings.

As I said, Marianne feels super, super, no-this-is-not-exaggerated-this-is-so-real deep. She FEELS with every ounce in her body, she feels, yeah. And not only that, she shows this. So never hide your feelings. When you are upset: Well, CRY, for crying out loud! (haha.) Cry, even though you're in a ballroom - (or better, faint, so that some men (because they might be the right one and you're always on the lookout, remember?) might catch you. Cry, even though people are watching. Cry in front of your sister.

And olives don't help.

So yeah, keep crying. That's just so important. No secrets or hiding-feelings for you, thank you very much! That's just utter nonsense. Everyone just has to know all your troubles. It's a vital part of life. I mean, why else do you have tears but to use them when you are in despair? I know, sounds logical, right?

And the same counts for when you're happy. When you're happy, you show it, okay? You have to dance and laugh and scream. Even in public, yes, of course even in public. Scream.

When you're cross at someone, show that too. Why, you can say 'yes' and 'no', if you manage it, but don't bother about remaining civil. Tell your younger sister to follow your example, by the way - she can hide in tree huts and under tables. Just a suggestion. The annoying people have to realise their annoyance, right? Again, this all sounds so darned obvious.

Step four. Play music according to your mood.

Of course, you can't cry too much, because sooner or later you won't have tears left. When this happens, you should find a piano and play melancholy tunes. If someone asks you to change, please Marianne, change of course (you are a very kind person), but don't change the mood of your song. You are SAD. So play a SAD SONG.

Step five. Find your husband.

Your ideal man needs to be three things: 1) Someone who can carry you home in his arms and not care about getting wet. 2) Someone who reads poetry well and 3) Someone who likes music just as much as you.

Of course, there are quite a few men who can live up to all these three standards, so here are the more specific rules. If the man needs your help to remember the poetry, he is not the one. If the man falls in love with you before he sees you and when he only hears your voice, he is the one. If the man buys a pianoforte for you, he definitely is the one. If the man has rheumatism, he's the one.

Oh, and hothouse flowers mean: That's the one.

Have fun! ;-P

Oh, and post script, everyone.

This is my Two-Hundredth post.

I'm proud.

A picture of tea to end my 200th post.