Just a reminder that I'm not here anymore :)

I live here now: http://coveredincathair.dictiocanary.com/

And if you still want to follow my posts on Bloglovin you can do that here! (I hope you will *crosses fingers*

On the new blog I talk about eating disorders, depression and travelling - sounds fun, right? ;)


I have moved because wordpress offers better picture quality and a (to me) better design with less clutter. Not a bad word against blogger though. She has served me well :)

Hope to see you on the new improved Covered in Cat Hair <3

Xoxo,

Kathrine

I have moved!

I am now here: http://coveredincathair.dictiocanary.com/

And if you still want to follow my posts on Bloglovin you totally can: Here!

If not, no hard feelings :) Thanks for reading my blog <3

So long and thanks for all the fish :)

(And I totally hope you'll still follow me ;) There's a brand new post up with this Karina dress)

The Librarian Chronicles - Feat. The Vintage Optical Shop

I don't really wear glasses. I wish I did. I always have. You know how the Doctor wants to be a ginger? I wake up every day hoping the world is blurry. It never is. I have annoyingly perfect vision. But I love glasses...so when The Vintage Optical Shop contacted me for a collab - of course I said yes. For now my vintage frames are glass-less. But my entire family wears glasses. Unless I'm more of a freak than any of us ever thought I will need them in time - and that's where Vintage Optical Shop is clever. The glasses are unfitted and ready for your prescription. So I figured I'd follow this with a really nerdy post...

I'm a librarian. You wouldn't know it but I fought this title with my heart and soul for almost my entire education. Not at first. I started out wanting to be a children's librarian.

Glasses: Vintage c/o VintageOpticalShop

Then I got involved in schools politics. You know students rights, in which direction the education was heading, that sort of thing...

Dress and belt: Silly Old Sea Dog

Brooch: Heidi & Gretel

And I realized that many didn't want to be classic librarians. And I stepped up. Defended their point of view. Less library education, more generalization (not in a bad way, just different). And I forgot myself a little bit. Started to focus all my energy on the students not wanting to be librarians and forgetting the ones like myself who did.

I don't regret anything. Contrary to popular belief librarians aren't sexy. And the profession certainly isn't. But if taking the librarian out and putting "information specialist" in it's place makes more want to study this; peace be with it. The title isn't important (in the long run. It is to me but I'm just one person and for anyone feeling the same, claiming the title is quite easy), the profession however is important whatever it's called. 

We guard the information. We retrieve it. We architect it. It hurts when people ask me: I like reading to kids! Do you need an education to be a children's librarian?" 

We study for 3,5-5 long years. I took the big 5. It nearly broke me. It was hard. I studied, I cried, I studied, I drank, I studied, I kissed, I studied and I celebrated. But I didn't know what else to do because I needed this. I didn't even know much until I was done. 

The joy I feel every day cannot be described. I do what I love every day. How many get to do that? I walk into the library and I'm home. In any library. Once again like when I was 11. But now I really belong here. I'm part of the library. I'm the fucking librarian. I have skills, I can find the stuff noone else can. I can inspire kids to read. And I am good at this!

I did this. I. The broken girl. The confused girl who hurt the ones she loved and tried to check out before time. I'm home. And I love the stereotype with cat eye glasses. I'll own that, wearing glasses or not. I'll make librarians cool. Because we are. We rule the world. 

I will just add that this isn't my library. This is the library in Helsingør (Elsinore) which happens to be the best library in Europe. It's a 45 min train ride from Copenhagen but totally worth it. This library is off the charts! The childrens library especially. If you're ever in the area of Copenhagen, go to Helsingør. Kronborg (Hamlet's castle) is not too shabby either. But come for the library ;)


Xoxo,

Kathrine 

Follow the Yellow Brick Road - sort of.

I was contacted by Olena from My Bookmark to review a couple of bookmarks and you better believe I said yes! An excuse to do a fun photoshoot with my new Unique Vintage dress?! Yes yes og yes!! :D

My Bookmark (Instagram here) consists of 4 women who design, make and market really fun bookmarks. I first saw the wicked witch and it was love at first sight.

Pigtails and Pirates - a Fathers Day TARDIS edition

I have been told by social media that it's Fathers Day today. My father and I are very similar. We love reading (although he recently discovered the Internet and Youtube and I think I have lost him to the wonders of technology) and we don't need to talk all the time. We both just need to know the other hasn't croaked so occasionally we'll send a text. If that hasn't been answered within a week then we start to worry and maybe call... And if I go see a movie I'll text him afterwards: Amazing! or Don't bother.

Dress c/o: Pigtails & Pirates

I wear a Fez now brooch: Luxulite

Cardigan: Modcloth

Bow (tie): Lulu in the Sky

Sunglasses from eBay and belt from a Closet dress

Not like other girls?

I am a feminist. Let's just get that out of the way. There are a thousand ways to be a feminist and I'm not going to tell you how to feminist.

I have wanted to write this in a while but wasn't sure how. Now I'm just doing it, because we had an election last night and I'm furious and I need to rant.

I frequently see shit like this:

And I can't help roll my eyes a little bit. Snowflake, you are not unique. This is basically thousands of girls. Why is it girls and women have this need to be "not like other girls?"

You guessed it. I'm going to tell you. Sit back and bask in the rays of my genius.

We don't want to be like other girls because girls are weak. Girls like dresses and tea parties, we are breakable and dainty and boring. We talk about boys and lipstick. We read Jane Austen and think spiders are gross.
And guess what? This is all completely true. For some girls. For me. Except the Austen thing. I've actually never read Austen. But I want to.
And we are so much more. We play WoW, we fangirl hardcore over Doctor Who, zombies, comic books, books and super heroes and dinosaurs. We dress in jeans, dresses, stockings, sweats and cosplay. And most of all: most of us are all of this and a lot more. We are princesses, geeks and warriors.

It's a hairy situation

Okay, so I stumbled across this post on Facebook about not shaving your armpits. I'm an idiot so of course I read the comments.
And if you're now thinking: Ew, gross she's going to talk about hair on women's bodies, I urge you to stay a little longer. Because of that 'ew'.

My sense of justice is warped, I'll admit to that. I mostly believe in an-eye-for-an-eye or more. You don't deliver my package on time? A PLAGUE ON ALL YOUR HOUSES! Rape Sansa Stark? I'll sacrifice Stannis' daughter if that means YOU DIE!
Yeah, I'm not proud. Okay, sort of. No of course not. (A little)

But I can't help feeling immensely annoyed when my hair is considered gross and unhygenic and mens are not. I'm not going to lie, I don't care that much about what you or anyone thinks. I'm in a relationship. It's been almost 6 years. He knows I'm lazy. He'll comment on occasion that my legs are prickly and I'll scowl at him - and not do anything about it. Also he never shaves his anything. I'm not going to gross you out by telling you what I do and do not shave - except I already gave away that I shave my legs...okay and my armpits. Mostly. If I plan on reaching something while not wearing a sweater I will.