Wardrobe Addictions

I am the person who buys the same dress in all the colors. I'm sometimes even tempted to buy two of same dress in case I ruin it or it gets worn out (spoiler: I have more than a 100 freaking dresses - I can't wear them enough to wear them out!)

Bloomsbury dress in floral c/o Closet

Bait Footwear Idas in Navy - (similar - sort of)

Old tights from H&M

Navy crop cardigan - Modcloth

Collar clips from Shelovescutestuff

Hair bow - Lulu in the sky

Art by notitledk

The Librarian Chronicles: Taking responsibility for the fledglings

As you may have gathered from my IG I :
( - finished my masters last Summer)
1) am a librarian - preferably childrens - but this is a choice, not something I am limited to.
2) currently in a substitute postition (2.5 months - someone broke a hip. Unlucky for her, good for me)
3) am invited to a lot of interviews but never get the position.

The economy is still poor and nobody feels this like government funded institutions. But there are some positions. And they are intrigued by my applications and my picture. But in the end they opt for a person with more experience. Since october last year I have been to 7 job interviews (I may have forgotten one or two) and I have another tomorrow. They all like me and think I'm quite sensible and have great ideas (which they probably steal ;) ). But it's risky to hire someone with little to no experience.

So here are my thoughts on employers taking a social responsibility.

Don't feed the trolls

I have mostly been spared negative comments on my IG profile. Thankfully. I have had a few negative comments, some spam and usually I just delete them (I report spam though, follow4follow my ass) It's really not worth it to reply. On occasion though I must.

Snow Days and interviews.

You may find this strange but some of my favourite places are grave yards. I have never feared death and I don't find grave yards sad or creepy - or well they are sad and creepy in a good way. I have lost people both naturally (granparents) and a couple where you would claim it was too soon (suicides, one uncle, the youngest of my dads brothers, and one friend) but still I do not find death unfair or cruel. It is simply part of being alive. And for some a relief.

Actually, it may or may not be a Danish thing. We like to utilise our green areas and we use many of our most beautiful grave yards as parks. We picnic, take walks or indeed frolic in the snow in grave yards. This is Vestre Kirkegård in Copenhagen where we went on our Sunday Adventure.

This is a monument for the fallen in the beginning of WWII.

Confession Time and Cat dresses

I got swept away by one of those apps that can make your skin look all neat and airbrushed. And I don’t want to cheat like that. I don’t want other women looking at me and thinking why don’t I look like that and feel bad or jealous or wonder what's wrong with them.
I don't mean tweaking the light and colours and such - that's just editing. And I don't want to go around saying it is wrong for others to use those kinds of apps, simply that I don't want to. Someone complimented my skin in a picture where I'd used that app and I have to admit I felt a bit ashamed to be ashamed of how I really look. There's just no point. And it goes against what I truly believe - that noone should feel ashamed about how they look or explain why they look like that.

The Librarian Chronicles or A day in the life of a Little Librarian

Although I don't believe in NY resolutions I have wanted to do something more serious with my blog for a while and there's no time like the present. Initially I thought I'd be doing reviews and such. But frankly I find that a bit boring...and most questions regarding my dresses etc comes on IG anyway. When it comes to dresses I'm a much better Instagrammer than I am blogger it seems ;) So I also changed the name of the blog as you might have noticed.

Covered in Cat Hair was/is my sadly rather abandoned Tumblr but I forgot about the name when I initially made this. So now I'm Covered in Cat Hair. Hi there *waves*

My short and unsuccessful career as a criminal

When I was 15 I stole a coin purse. To this day I have no idea why. I had just bought a backpack for school (Eastpak of course, it was all the rage in the late 90s) and I stood looking at this tiny brown coin purse thinking what an absolutely stupid, useless thing this was (and expensive too). And then I let in fall into my shopping bag with the backpack.

When I went though the door the alarm (obviously) went off and I walked back to the counter - ears, eyes, brains burning. I knew the jig was up. No point in running or pretending I hadn't heard - I am fully capable of running but I'm a sprinter - I probably wouldn't have gotten far before I would have been panting and fainting. And I wasn't deaf although I wish I had thought of acting deaf so I could pretend not to hear.... I really hadn't planned my crime very well.