tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28655226836362495512024-03-14T11:43:48.874+01:00Covered in Cat HairThe adventures of Kat - a childrens librarian with a love for novelty prints, dresses and cats.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02824796398598319150noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865522683636249551.post-30679606362508441922015-08-02T18:29:00.003+02:002015-08-02T18:29:54.532+02:00Just a reminder that I'm not here anymore :)I live here now: <a href="http://coveredincathair.dictiocanary.com/">http://coveredincathair.dictiocanary.com/</a><br />
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On the new blog I talk about eating disorders, depression and travelling - sounds fun, right? ;)<br />
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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.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02824796398598319150noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865522683636249551.post-40156776375653945942015-06-28T18:11:00.000+02:002015-07-12T00:38:47.012+02:00Follow the Yellow Brick Road - sort of.I was contacted by Olena from <a href="https://www.etsy.com/dk-en/shop/MyBookmark?ref=ss_profile" target="_blank">My Bookmark</a> to review a couple of bookmarks and you better believe I said yes! An excuse to do a fun photoshoot with my new <a href="http://www.unique-vintage.com/unique-vintage-black-garden-state-short-chiffon-cocktail-dress.html" target="_blank">Unique Vintage</a> dress?! Yes yes og yes!! :D<br />
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Sure, Dorothy is the hero but as well as we remember her blue gingham dress we remember the black and white stockings of the wicked witch of the East. Now I <i>KNOW</i> they are actually silver shoes. But never mind that. We remember the red ones. </div>
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The dress is the same as <a href="https://instagram.com/p/0-FXQdig46/?taken-by=dictiocanary" target="_blank">my previous UV dress</a> - the Garden State dress but after <a href="https://instagram.com/pinsandpencils/" target="_blank">Pinsandpencils</a> made me <a href="https://instagram.com/p/3VzTc9ig-A/?taken-by=dictiocanary" target="_blank">this drawing</a> I knew I needed a black dress like this. <a href="http://www.unique-vintage.com/" target="_blank">UV</a> to the rescue! It was in their new collection. And well I kinda want this dress is every colour. Especially <a href="http://www.unique-vintage.com/unique-vintage-navy-blue-garden-state-mesh-cocktail-dress.html" target="_blank">blue</a> and <a href="http://www.unique-vintage.com/unique-vintage-burgundy-swiss-dot-garden-state-mesh-cocktail-dress.html" target="_blank">burgundy</a>. They are longer than one by the way but they still look good on me I think :)</div>
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My bearded <a href="https://instagram.com/mmhenriksen/" target="_blank">photographer</a> and patient boyfriend. When it comes to photography I'm the patient one. "Oh you need 100 frames of that tree. Sure, that's fine. I brought a book..." ;)</div>
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Dress c/o: <a href="http://www.pigtailsandpirates.com/ladies.html" target="_blank">Pigtails & Pirates</a></div>
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I wear a Fez now brooch: <a href="https://www.etsy.com/dk-en/listing/235458764/tiki-lounge-novelty-fez-brooch-1940s-50s?ref=shop_home_active_4" target="_blank">Luxulite</a></div>
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Cardigan: <a href="http://www.modcloth.com/shop/cardigans/the-dream-of-the-crop-cardigan-in-honey" target="_blank">Modcloth</a></div>
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Bow (tie): <a href="https://www.etsy.com/dk-en/listing/127133852/red-oversized-bow-headband-rockabilly?ref=shop_home_active_11" target="_blank">Lulu in the Sky</a></div>
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<span class="st">Now I'm writing this sitting on the sofa in my pjs, but earlier we met my two sisters, my little nephew and dad for brunch. I have no full siblings but I have 3 half sisters and one half brother on my mothers side and 1 half brother from another mother on my dads side. I have never thought of them as half though. They are just mine. It's confusing to others but it's really not to us. Both my father and mother had relationships before they met and each had a child. Then they had me. It didn't work out and my mother remarried and had three more children. That didn't work out either and now she's single. See, no big deal :)</span><br />
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<span class="st">I once had a teacher who rather insensitively said: "All children of divorce wishes their parents were together". I beg to differ. My parents split up when I was 2. To me they have always been two separate people. They don't belong together. My father cheated on my mother but I wasn't told until I was 11 or something. It had nothing to do with me and I have never blamed neither him for doing it nor her for asking him to leave. It was not my business.</span><br />
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<span class="st">They are still friends- It started out for my sake I think and because they had a lot of shared friends but he never really stopped loving her. She will always be the one who got away (although it was his own fault and I don't pity him). My mother owns a pretty large farm and my father stayed but in a different part of the house. After a few years or so he moved out and I visited on weekends. He moved to a different farm some friends owned and I loved going there. They had a lot more animals than we did - lots of horses, a few pigs, two old train cars with chickens and a dog. My dad never had a drivers license so we walked everywhere and he would entertain me telling stories about the fox and the hound with little math riddles - like if the farmer has 15 chickens and the fox steals 9 but the hound rescues two, how many does the farmer have left? </span><br />
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<span class="st">When we were going longer distances we'd bike. He buy me a Coca Cola and a Mars bar or cheese puffs and we'd stop on the way and have an unhealthy picnic. Those were the summers I remember most clearly. And if you had told me I once would own a TARDIS dress <i>and</i> a TARDIS coloured bike I would have called you a liar... ;)</span><br />
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to the farm in one of the other appartments (there used to be three
living quarters) and took care of the place while they went to live in
Turkey for a few years. I went with them but in the end I wanted to go
home. Then it was just the two of us and here I mostly remember the
winter. Dark, cold and beautiful. The countryside completely covered in
snow, a billion stars making it sparkle and glisten, all quiet. My dad getting firewood because there was no central heating and him smelling like frost, smoke and pine trees.</span><br />
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<span class="st">I love both my parents but I do feel I have a special bond with my father. And today I honor that with this amazing dress from the amazing <a href="http://www.pigtailsandpirates.com/about" target="_blank">Laura</a> at <a href="http://www.pigtailsandpirates.com/" target="_blank">Pigtails & Pirates</a> <3</span><br />
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<span class="st">Kathrine </span><br />
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<span class="st"><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865522683636249551.post-42799974271713623182015-06-19T17:21:00.002+02:002015-06-28T18:12:22.930+02:00Not 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.<br />
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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.<br />
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I frequently see shit like this:<br />
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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?"<br />
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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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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I am like sooo many other girls and thank heavens for that! Because I and all these girls are so amazing and I am happy to be like them. We love food, we may wear dresses but we still climb shit. We laugh too loud and too awkward, we joke and swear. And some of us don't. Some of us wear high heels and cross our legs when we sit and that's pretty cool too. </div>
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But especially young girls don't want to be like other girls. They want to be one of the boys - not realizing that it's actually just one of the children or one of the humans. I know boys and girls are different. They should be. But the stereotypes that makes us ashamed to be girls can go fuck themselves. Teach your kids, siblings, cousins and students to be fucking proud to be girls. Because we are awesome. And teach your boys that we are awesome and totally worth playing with. And no means no, but that's a different story for another day, kids.<br />
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I am a girl just like any other girl: diverse, unique and awesome!<br />
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xoxo,<br />
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Kathrine<br />
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<i>All photos are ruthlessly stolen from 9gag. Oh yes, I'm also a girl on 9gag. They are real.</i><br />
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<i>Disclaimer: I'm also totally not a girl. I'm a 30 year old woman, but you get my drift.</i></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865522683636249551.post-17090902965450974752015-06-12T15:57:00.001+02:002015-06-19T17:40:09.914+02:00It's a hairy situationOkay, so I stumbled across <a href="http://www.boredpanda.com/women-armpit-hair-trend/" target="_blank">this post on Facebook</a> about not shaving your armpits. I'm an idiot so of course I read the comments.<br />
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'.<br />
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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!<br />
Yeah, I'm not proud. Okay, sort of. No of course not. (A little)<br />
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But I can't help feeling <i>immensely </i>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.<br />
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And I don't care if you shave - but did you ever stop to think about why you did it? And if your answer is: because it looks better, well have you ever wondered why you think it looks better? Culture decides our beauty preferences - right now that seems to mean (in preferred order I believe): thin, white, hairless and tall. I probably forgot something.<br />
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Anyway back to the justice part. Seing bullshit comments about how MY hair is gross and unsanitary makes me livid. You know, Internet livid. Which means I write a blog post. I'm not stupid enough to comment directly because who needs that shitstorm and comments about being a dirty feminist... Okay, I'm a coward. I admit that. I rarely discuss on the internet - it's just not worth it. In my last post I wrote about having anger management issues. Well, the safest way to avoid having a (hissy) fit and end up shaking and crying from anger is avoiding idiots. But I still read the comments because it's nice to be confirmed in the worlds utter decay - apparently (I do like the responses to the Dr. Seuss comment though - the like on Yaels and Sherris comments, that's me):<br />
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Wouldn't it be nice if you could do this 'confidently' as the hair removing device adverts call it, not because you remembered to get rid of hair but because nobody would care if there was hair, stubbles (*cough guilty cough*) or not?<br />
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There you go. A little low-practical feminism to start of your weekend ;) A hairy revolution if you will. Okay, not that. Forget I said that last bit.<br />
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Xoxo,<br />
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Kathrine<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865522683636249551.post-50050302358447428162015-06-09T12:06:00.002+02:002015-06-12T16:02:21.013+02:00The Librarian Chronicles: The Children's librarian who doesn't want childrenI was never one to swoon over babies. Kittens? Yes. Puppies? Yes. Gross little naked birdlings? Yes. Human babies? Yuck. I have never found them cute and I always panic a little when someone hands me one (and why are babies always passed around parties like joints?).<br />
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So why would I want to work with them? Well, first of all I don't dislike children. And I will probably always relate more to children than to adults. I was bullied badly. Books were my friends. The library saved me. I have to pay that back. I want to pay that back.<br />
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And if you're a completely normal child (if there is such a thing) with a good, bully-free life, books, movies and comic books can still change your world for the better. I want to be a part of that. I want to see that light ignite in a child's eyes when they discover <i>that </i>book or movie that changes their life forever.<br />
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And if the child never discovers a passion for reading I want to help it find the books that are least a chore for them to read when their parents or teachers make them read something and introduce them to comic books and books with online games to make it more interesting. I want to tell them that's okay too. We're all different and whatever they like, gaming, playing soccer or drawing is great too! And tell them that they are not stupid or ignorant because they don't like reading.<br />
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I want to encourage them to talk with their children and find out if these are choices or if they do this because they don't know how else to act. If the kid who doesn't read just hasn't found anything of interest. If the child who reads all the time is actually lonely and doesn't want to say it and make his parents sad.<br />
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Basically I want to help and inspire children. I want to find alternatives the library can provide for those who don't like books. And to make sure that there's still books for those who do. I want the library to be a safe haven for all children where they can nourish already existing or find new interrests, where you don't have to be quiet and where it's alright to play and have fun just as it's alright to find a quiet place and do your homework or read a book. Where you can play the computer games your guardian won't let you have at home or can't afford. I want the library to be a place that breaks down financial inequality. To give the less fortunate children the same cultural possibilities as the well off have. Whatever choices the parents have made it shouldn't affect their children.<br />
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I have many reasons not to want children. The first and most important is simply that I don't want to. Secondly that I have horrible genes - we are all mad here. I mean that literally. My uncle comitted suicide, my dad is prone to depressions, as am I - and anxiety attacks. I have anger mangement issues (bet you hadn't guessed that! But you should see me in traffic). I am (very) financially irresponsible. I am selfish. But all that is just icing on the cake that is: I have no desire to be a mother. I know many people concider their pets fur babies and call them selves their mother. Even that I shy away from. I care for them and I love them to death but I am not their mother.<br />
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I am Kathrine Quite-Ordinary-Summers-Day-born, mother of noone, breaker of oh well glasses on occassion I guess.<br />
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But I am frequently told I will change my mind. I get told I will live and die alone. That I will regret my life and my decisions. That I will never know real love. That my life will never mean as much as that of one who has children. That I am unnatural. And then a few more times that I will change my mind/regret it when I'm old.<br />
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I will not. I will make my own choices and to hell with society and anyone who tells me I live my life the wrong way. There is no wrong way.<br />
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Xoxo,<br />
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Kathrine<br />
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T-shirt: <a href="http://society6.com/bookwormboutique" target="_blank">Bookworm Boutique</a></div>
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But the other way around is equally annoying and it's also one of things that makes me not want to be a librarian in the grown up section of the library. I am constantly told by (older) patrons that I'm wrong for not reading poetry or listening to classical music or reading whatever they think is awesome. Of course I just smile and nod apologetically, because I'm at work and generally a polite person (when I'm at work at least) but on the inside I am screaming. STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO LIKE!! On occasion I will venture into saying stuff like: <i>Well, we all have different tastes</i>, or <i>The world would be boring if we liked the same stuff, right?</i> but more often than not it will be met with a patronizing look and my being assured that I'm still wrong and should read more poetry. Thanks, but no thanks. Recommendations are great! Orders not so much.<br />
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Another pet peeve of mine is (usually very well dressed) people judging ... everyone else. Why do you care that someone goes shopping in a track suit or uses leggings as pants? It's not your business. And I have to say this to myself at least once a day by the way because I am guilty of doing this. I hate that brief thought: <i>Couldn't you have made more of an effort?</i> and I have to mentally punch myself in the face whenever it enters my head. We are all different and have different tastes. They probably think me equally ridiculous in my petticoats and weird prints. And that's completely okay. <br />
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And the last I'm going to share today: over the top positivity! Not allowing yourself, your children or those around you to be frustrated and angry is not healthy. I see this more and more. Talking about challenges instead of problems. Urgh. Just stop. Shout and scream once in while. Just say: Dude, that fucking sucks, once in a while instead of trying to fix people. Then try to fix them. But allow yourself and others to be angry.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865522683636249551.post-5466829092497781502015-05-15T12:56:00.001+02:002015-05-30T13:12:49.809+02:00I never wanted to change the world......but maybe somehow I will anyway - if only for a few people. I'm not sure why I started to blog except as much as I love IG I find that too long captions aren't the point and sometimes I want to say more. Sometimes I don't and then there will be weeks without a post - like now. Sorry :-S I know that is a no-no in blogging, but I also strongly believe in not writing just to write. You need to have something to say. Also I've been busy. Reading. Ok, I was reading but that's busy too.<br />
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Lately several people have told me they have been inspired by me. That left me so incredibly flattered and humbled (after my initial thought that they must be mad ;) ). You all know you only see parts of my life (and anyones life) on social media. And maybe that's okay. It doesn't show the panic attacks, the shouting, the fighting and the tears and the hurt. But we all know those feelings. Would the ugliness make anyone feel better? Or does showing the good, the surviving, make people want to fight their own demons to create a better life for themselves? I have come to believe the latter. And I have found that in creating my IG-persona I have too become a better person. I want to be that person! I am re-creating myself as the person I want to be.<br />
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I measure myself and my life in others. Which sometimes makes me make bad decisions - I want pizza, but I know I haven't been eating well and should eat something healthy. But then I see someone on IG eating pizza and I think, if she can so can I. It doesn't matter if that person has been eating salad and juice for two weeks. If they can, so can I. But if that works with the 'bad' things (pizza isn't bad, it's just...unfortunate at times ;) ) surely it must work with the good as well? I know we constantly hear about people feeling bad about their own lives when they see others having great experiences, getting free stuff and eating all sorts of amazing food. But maybe we should rather see as inspiration to do something good for ourselves.<br />
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I'm usually not this thinky-feely. But it really has left me moved that someone would find <i><b>me</b></i> inspirational. And I want to thank every single person who has taken the time to read my musings or like my pictures or taken the time to comment. If I haven't responded I am sorry, but life gets in the way sometimes. I really do value every comment and every like.<br />
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When I was 12 I was molested. He was 13. It would have been worse if any of us knew what he was doing. I wiggled my way out. He left. I never told anyone.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865522683636249551.post-61942236767427331472015-03-30T11:12:00.000+02:002015-03-30T11:12:18.105+02:00Curse words and trickeryWhen I was 13 my ex-stepfather's son came to live with us from Australia. He was a year or so older than me and to say we didn't get along is putting it nicely. We fought a lot. Both verbally and physically. Turns out he was (figuratively speaking) pulling my pigtails because he <i>liked </i>me. Has that ever actually worked? For anyone except Edward Cullen anyway. Urgh some boys really!<br />
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My mind was racing as to how to get away this time and I suddenly remembered a book I had just read. A rather silly funny book that featured a creature called a Slobbergob. And a plan formed.<br />
"You! You SLOBBERGOB" I yelled and immidiately slapped my hands across my mouth with a horrified look on my face. Eyes huge and scared. "Don't tell your dad I called you that! Please please please" I've never been much of an actor but I even managed to tear up a little.<br />
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Of course he raced down to tell on me. The only thing better than torturing me himself was having his father do the dirty work. "Kathrine called me slobberglob!", he screamed. His father looked at him, confused and angry to be disturbed. "She called me a slobberglob...", he trailed off beginning to realize he had been tricked.<br />
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Of course I was back in trouble when I came home. That his wifes daughter so easily outsmarted his son was bound to be punished. He never laid a hand on me but I wish he had. I think that would have my mother snap and leave him much sooner. But he was a cunning son of a bitch. I think having had an abusive relationship up close and personal and seeing how easily it can break an otherwise strong woman is very scary especially when that woman is your mother. It's bound to change you and how you view the world.<br />
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It sorta goes with this story that my stepfather was an ass. He wasn't at first. But once he had his foot in the door, he became an abusive asshole. As bad as it was for me (being the devil's spawn and all as he later called me) it was a houndred times worse for my three younger siblings as he was their actual father. Looong story short: In the end he (and Patrick) left to be Muslims in Turkey full time, he came back (Patrick was shipped back to Australia when he became to hard to control), he tried to get custody of the kids, didn't succeed and left again for Turkey and have had no more contact with my siblings. He did however send letters to me that my mother intercepted. That's were the devil's spawn thing comes from. I didn't read those until much later. I don't know what he expected but I was kinda flattered he thought so highly of me and my evilness.<br />
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The book didn't come with an explanation but I'm not thick. I have a 6 months career as a children's librarian behind me. I wasn't invited because of that. So Instagram it must be as it is the only other thing I <i>really</i> do. I have more or less gradually changed my IG to my librarian identity - but it's still mostly focussed on dresses. I know I probably should pace myself with the bookstagrams. <br />
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After receiving the book I decided I needed a Danish librarian and book account and opened bibliotekatten_ (no underscore was already taken. Poop. It's a rather clever pun (if I do say so myself) because librarian in Danish is bibliotekar. My name is Kat. Bibliotekat. Library Kat. Bibliotekatten. The Library Kat. Sort of. Nevermind it's not the point)<br />
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I was also invited to this thing. Stian Hole (the author) would be there. There would be a professor of litterature to talk about his books and another writer of non-fiction to talk about how teachers could use his books in classes. It sounded very interesting. Then I read the invitation again. Just me. Not a plus one. I decided I could do this. I'm an adult. I'm a goddamned professional. I can do professional things without someone having my back. So I accepted the invitation.<br />
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And then it was. I was there early and had a crappy 7-11 donut while reading Harry Potter in the sun. I was okay. I was ready to do this. I walked to the door, trying to ignore that my breath was catching and my knees almost knocking together. Some very adult looking adults had walked in just seconds before me chattering away laughing. One had a very blond, very trendy hair cut that I sort of envied I couldn't pull of. She looked terrifying in a cool I-am-a-succesful-woman kinda way. I followed them in the door and decided to hang my coat on a coat rack just inside. Couldn't be caught carting that around like I didn't know what to do with it. Which I wouldn't know. Better get rid of it.<br />
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In the conference room a table was filling up with people who all seemed to know eachother. I chose the other one. It had just one woman on the other side. She looked at me: I know you from Instagram I think.<br />
"Yeah. Dictiocanary" I said with an almost apologetic - in my mind anyway - smile. I have never introduced myself with my IG handle before. I wanted to ask her name but the words caught and I didn't. I kicked myself mentally for being arrogant and rude but I couldn't speak. I just sat there mouthing wordless apologies to every single fictional character I have yelled at or rolled my eyes at because <u><b>why don't you just say anything??</b></u><br />
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And I just sat there. Then the thing started. I was good. It was good. Interesting. I'm a good student when I want to be. And hanging by every word that was said from the front I didn't have to look around. At all these grown up faces. And then there was a break. And I just sat there. Not wanting to move. I was there because I am able to put a fucking dress on and look pretty. I was there because I would help make publicity for the release. I don't mind this, I might add. But usually it's a dress or an accessorie. This was my thing - what I'm actually good at. And I wasn't invited because I'm a good librarian. And for the first time I felt the pain of being a human mannequin. (I have felt slight annoyance before - if you have written something heartfelt and people just comment: Where did you get that dress? I have to wait a minute replying - and they don't get a smiley face. Okay, sometimes they do) But I sat there feeling utterly inferior and like I didn't belong. How could I possibly talk to these people without sounding like a blithering idiot? I sat there regretting I had a fucking bow in my hair. What was I thinking? These were teachers and real critics. I was a joke in my pretty dress, bow and ...I looked at my shoes ...there's zebras on my loafers. Of course there is. I had to pee but getting up would draw attention to myself so I stayed put, drinking tiny glass after tiny glass of sparkling water - which is clever when you have to pee... The woman who knew me had left. She wasn't staying for the second part.<br />
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A lady came in and announced that Stian would sign some books now and some after. I grabbed my bag and rushed out. I asked him to sign it to my nephew and said with what I intended to be a smile but probably was a horrified smirk that "it seemed a waste for an adult to keep it for herself". The woman behind me scoffed and said she was keeping hers. I smiled (again probably not) apologetically to her as well. Just one big excuse for yourself today eh.<br />
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(<i>I didn't write this to make you tell me I'm wrong or that I shouldn't care what other people think. First of all, yes, I probably am, but that doesn't make my experience and perception of the event less real. Sadly that's how reality works: differently for everyone. And second, that's not actually helpful. It's kinda like asking a person with depression to 'just cheer up'. (only that's worse, don't ever do that). I'm just telling a story, not asking to be fixed because that's something I can only do myself. And also being told I'm silly for feeling how I'm feeling isn't really the best feeling - and I do believe that's enough about feelings for the next 6 months</i> ;) )<br />
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Thank goodness there are ways to solve this. Such as <a href="https://www.etsy.com/dk-en/shop/LeVero" target="_blank">Le Vero</a> Girls who wear glasses <a href="https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1384977170/le-vero-beauty-parlour" target="_blank">collection</a>! Boyfriend calls them my super hero glasses. I'm not sure if he's actually trying to be snarky but I love it! :D Super hero glasses <3<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865522683636249551.post-6748317980014551162015-03-11T09:38:00.002+01:002015-03-11T12:04:41.577+01:00Cornish LoveBritish by heart if not by blood is something I've always been (also I really love things covered in batter so I think I qualify quite nicely ;-P ). My father is Polish and Ukranian, was born in Germany, grew up in England and have lived in Denmark for nearly 50 years - the majority of his life. But every summer from I was a wee girl to a couple of years ago I spent every Summer in <a href="https://www.google.dk/maps/place/Reading,+UK/@51.39285,-0.9368246,11z/data=!4m2!3m1!1s0x48742078d93d3db7:0x2ae19f7fcefa7994?hl=en" target="_blank">Reading</a>, England where my nan used to live and/or <a href="https://www.google.dk/maps/place/Heckmondwike,+West+Yorkshire,+UK/@53.6893592,-1.9890498,10z/data=!4m2!3m1!1s0x487bdf8d0d06749b:0x5610c62df0df8b4c?hl=en" target="_blank">York </a>where my fathers identical twin lives (I might add I have the strangest accent and speech pattern. I grew speaking British English but read and watched so much American English over the years that now it's just a mess).<br />
Anyway a few years ago I visited Cornwall (more precisely <a href="https://www.google.dk/maps/@50.2659912,-4.927885,10z" target="_blank">Newquay</a> and a tiny village called <a href="https://www.google.dk/maps/place/Bodmin,+Cornwall,+UK/@50.4674813,-4.702573,12z/data=!4m2!3m1!1s0x486b6515cb2c631d:0x7a53e2e1d966c06?hl=en" target="_blank">Bodmin</a>) for the first time (where my aunt and her family lives - we've never had time to go before - ususally they came to Reading instead). The next year we went my aunt took us sightseeing all over the place and I fell in love. I was born to the wrong sibling - I should have been my Aunt Christines child ;) I love my father, but Denmark over Cornwall - urgh no thank you. We are a tiny flat country that is mostly farmland. I grew up <a href="https://www.google.dk/maps/place/Rold+Skov/@56.7947433,9.8895855,11z/data=!4m2!3m1!1s0x46494b4910ab2e0f:0xa823e6d8f45b3a3d?hl=en" target="_blank">in the largest forest in Denmark</a> (okay okay, next to. I wasn't raised by wolves) and I have a hard time not being surrounded by nature. I manage though as there certainly are a lot more to do in <a href="https://www.google.dk/maps/place/Copenhagen/@55.6712674,12.5608388,12z/data=!3m1!4b1!4m2!3m1!1s0x4652533c5c803d23:0x4dd7edde69467b8?hl=en" target="_blank">Copenhagen </a>than in the country.<br />
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(Have you read <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/49750.An_Abundance_of_Katherines?ac=1" target="_blank">An Abundance of Katherines</a>? Well, I need a friend like Hassan to stop me from adding too much information to rather straight forward tales too. Also my least favorite John Green btw. Just couldn't get involved with the characters and while the idea with all the Katherines is amusing it is also too farfetched and makes Colin seem a little creepy. Anyway that wasn't the point at all...)<br />
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I thought it was <i>EXTREMELY</i> boring going to hourlong Baptist services. And all the standing up and sitting down, screaming (nobody sings in that Baptist church, they yell, chant, scream and clap the hymns - some just go off chanting praises or shouting something else completely. I don't know if this is the norm as my experience with Baptist churches is limited. In calm little Lutheran Denmark services are much more civil. Although even more boring) but I wanted to make my nan happy. And she wanted to show off her Danish grandkids to her friends and community. So we went once or twice a year. I'm sure she was still very worried about our souls but she kept quiet about it. Religion was never or rarely discussed. We just accepted our differences. Except one time my father was reading the newspaper and made the mistake of mentioning something about Darwin and descending from apes. My grandmother looked absolutely horrified and went off about the Bible mentioned no such thing, then proceded to grab her Bible - one was never far away from her - and sat my poor father down for a bible study. He motioned for me to run to the park before she realized her Godless granddaughter was standing right next to her and probably was in dire need of guidance as well. It was an hour before he made it to park. Luckily I always carried a book and money for coca cola and salt and vinegar crisps.<br />
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When I was 14 I had bought a yellow dress I was going to wear to church. When my grandmother saw me she asked me to change because she thought it was inappropriate. And my dad who never lost his temper with his mom (anymore) went mental. He furiously said that there was nothing inappropriate about his daughter. That nobody should tell me what I could or couldn't wear. I could wear whatever I pleased!</div>
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Honestly nobody's that clumsy. A panda might be. But honestly. Nobody.<br />
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'Her mind isn't very original and it was annoying to have to stoop to that' Wtf is with the misogyny' Meyer? Because Bella is a fucking Einstein of originality? </div>
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Isn't all of this just allegories for rape? The strong man who can barely contain himself from raveshing the young virgin? Jasper "who can't tell you humans apart. You're all the same to him"</div>
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"What a stupid lamb" I sighed.</div>
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Aw no tree jumping? I'm so disappointed. </div>
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Wtf? Oh the female is much too strong in her sexuality, the male nearly eats her up because she kisses him enthusiasticly. How could he possibly control himself with that kinda woman. *barfs* </div>
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You were flattered he stalked and spied on you? Watched you in your sleep. Oh Bella you should study abusive relationships at some point. </div>
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"I knew I couldn't trust my feelings with Jasper there" - you and me both, honey. He is fucking hot!</div>
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Do you have any shopping addictions? Other than this off the top of my head I can mention <a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/luxulite">Luxulite</a> brooches, <a href="http://www.baitfootwear.com/">BAIT</a> footwear, brooches in general, (pussybow) shirts (they go so well with the Bloomsbury dress!) and novelty mugs (I have 10 on my Modcloth wish list that I'm trying not to buy. I mean how many mugs can I possibly need?! All of them. The answer is all of them)</div>
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2) currently in a substitute postition (2.5 months - someone broke a hip. Unlucky for her, good for me)<br />
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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.<br />
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The institute the library education is under is quite small but still more of us finish every than there are library positions for. Luckily the academy has branched out and is now more of a <a href="http://iva.ku.dk/english/research/">communication, mediation, information specialist education</a> - we can do a lot - not just find books on shelves ;)<br />
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Many librarians stay a looong time at their work place and there isn't money to hire new ones (it also happens the position is shut down when a librarian retires to save money). This is good because experience is certainly most valuable <i>but </i>the information/media field is always expanding and renewing itself - and the libraries get new tasks. And can the libraries afford not to keep up with that? No. The libraries are places of information. A lot of the senior librarians can't help kids with the modern stuff but also can help senior citizens with the new media they are required to use to get their pensions, doctors appoinments and lots of other new electronic services (in Denmark all contact to and from the state is now electronic). I have been at libraries where the 'newest' librarian had been there 11 years. The libraries need us - the ones with the updated education - the information specialists.<br />
(Funny story that has nothing to do with anything, it's just amusing: I once overheard a librarian exclaim: "That Pinstagram-thing! We need to be on that!")<br />
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I want them to hire us. To take a chance. To perhaps not prioritize the librarians who are looking to change jobs, but to prioritize the ones who has no job at all.<br />
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I want them to prioritize us in the budgets. Make project positions. Want to make IG, Twitter or Pinterest? Hire one to set it up, to make the time schedual, and to teach the other librarians how to run it. Want to weed out in the collection? Hire one of us to do it and we can also help with everything else. Help give us the experience we need and in return we will give you new knowledge and new perspectives.<br />
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Because the libraries need us as much as we, the librarian fledglings, need them. The education keeps changing and is updated all the time because the field is developing rapidly. If the libraries don't get a share in the new knowledge the public will search elsewhere - and the libraries will be a part of making themselves obsolete or loose funding. And that would be terrible indeed. And not just for the librarians, but for the public at large.<br />
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I just needed to went a little bit :) I hope you are okay with that ;)<br />
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I may be the only human being who squels with joy when I see a wild rat :-D I love rodents and I have had mice and dwarf hamster for more than a decade. The only reason I don't have rats now is that they don't mix well with cats :) This little guy was so cute <3</div>
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Yesterday I interviewed for a job as a community manager for a major Danish publisher. They wanted a journalist with 4 years experience but somehow I managed to make myself noticed anyway ;) I don't think we had the same idea of how to use social media though. They seemed to want to use it a pure marketing tool where I see social media as a unique way to communicate and create a community about your brand - to engage your (possible) costumers and the ones who take an interest in your brand. I don’t just want to sell books via IG and Twitter. I wanted to create a space for engagement, book-appreciation and interacting with followers and it didn’t seem like they were focusing much on that aspect - the community aspect – which is what social media can quite uniquely! I think it’s strange some still see it as a pure marketing tool. It is but not in the old-fashioned: Here’s a product, buy it-kinda way.<br />
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So what are you looking at? Not sure...boyfriend thought it would be nice if I looked up. I am a mere prop to him ;)<br />
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Around this time I was wet from my snow angels and snow throwing antics, getting hungry...<br />
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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.<br />
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.<br />
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Several times I have encountered memes and statements about eye brows. For some reason critizizing and judging women on their eye brows is alright? Well, I will be the first to admit I don't give a shit about my eye brows. Unless they disappear. Then I might. But frankly how other people like to look is none of your business. If they like drawn up black ones what’s it to you? I draw mine up – when I remember – and if I am going to the hair dressers anyway I have them dyed, so I don’t have to remember for a few weeks, simply because I’ve chosen to have dark hair and it looks better. But it doesn’t exactly ruin my day if I forget.</div>
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I am imperfect and though I don't have bad skin, it sure as hell doesn't look like fairy skin either ;) So here I am - unedited with crow's feet, imperfections, scar from my nose piercing and unplucked brows because I'm extremely lazy when it comes to that.<br />
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Other than that Serli reminded me of this dress and inspired my to wear it more :) Cats, popcorn and going to the movies may easily be some of my favourite things <3<br />
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<span lang="EN-US">And well clothes is
the next thing that has bothered me for a while. I fell in love with the whole
vintage/pinup/rockabilly community because it seemed to me that the philosophy
was that you should wear whatever the hell you like and sod it to those who
dared judge you based on it. And yet I have seen women on IG trash women who
choose to wear sweats or leggings on a daily basis – claim that they don’t make
an effort. I hardly think that’s fair. If you should be allowed to wear
whatever you want why shouldn’t they? And I know it’s hard not to judge – I have
caught myself winching at women who wear leggings as trousers, but I know I’m
the one who’s wrong to do so. My choices aren’t the only ones who are right and I am constantly trying not to judge other or myself. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><span lang="EN-US">Dress:
<a href="http://www.folterclothing.com/dresses/movie_theater_cats/" target="_blank">Retrolicous Brand</a> from <a href="http://www.modcloth.com/" target="_blank">Modcloth</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Shoes:
<a href="http://www.modcloth.com/shop/shoes-heels/member-of-the-board-heel-in-black" target="_blank">Modcloth</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Cardigan:
Also <a href="http://www.modcloth.com/shop/cardigans/the-dream-of-the-crop-cardigan-in-black" target="_blank">Modcloth</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865522683636249551.post-3353404548939070182015-01-05T19:37:00.000+01:002015-02-11T22:46:38.040+01:00The Librarian Chronicles or A day in the life of a Little LibrarianAlthough 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.<br />
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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*<br />
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Not gonna lie, you guys. I constantly hope that I inspire my little patrons. They don’t have to want to become librarians themselves (that is the dream though haha), but I hope they remember me and that it was a good experience meeting me. The funny thing is as while parents usually want the best for children – quite often I find that they hinder the child’s process in finding that perfect book because they are stressed and busy and often don’t have the time for the child to express herself. Instead they speak on their behalf and while I’m sure parents know their child very well, I’m also quite sure that often they don’t know everything. I’ve had parents cut their kid off saying things like: Snakes? Nonsense, I’ve never heard you express any interest in snakes before. And the child doesn’t get to explore new interests.<br />
Now I have no children and therefore I can only imagine how busy such a life is and I don’t judge the parents. But it does hurt my bookworm heart that childrens curiosity and need to explore often is squished under everyday life.<br />
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So I generally prefer when the kid comes alone and isn’t inhibited by any prejudice from the parent. Asking the right questions is part of the job and it does take some practice, especially with the quiet kids. Small talk isn’t my strong point and conversing with people like myself – the quiet ones and the introverts can be rather difficult but it’s getting easier. I’m learning that they’re more scared of me than I am of them ;)<br />
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I don’t know if my red lips and big colourful, quirky dresses do my any favours – some of the smaller girls might see me as a princess but the pre/teen boys who come to use the computers are rather unimpressed. I might even make a comical figure for them – so be it - and most adult are somwhat outlandish figures to kids anyway. I had to scold some boys the other days for swearing (it doesn't bother me but there was smaller kids present, so I thought I better make an example for them) and they didn't really look as though they took me very seriously. There could be a number of reasons for that though - that I'm relatively young, that I'm new so they are testing my boundaries... or that one of them made me laugh in the middle of me reprimanding them by noticing my accent and asking where I was from (I'm born and raised in Northern Jutland and although we all speak the same language we have accents just as any other country and mine becomes more prenounced when I'm angry or scared - and frankly having to be all adult and scolding made me both ;) ).<br />
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Anyways, I know I dress funny and I know I’m not making it easy for myself to be taken seriously for people who don’t know me. I manage to because I may be dressed like a 2 year old (funny story, a coworkers two year old daughter have a coat just like mine only red instead of green - she also has a yellow dress with a strawberry print. Guess who else has a dress in a print like that?) but I’m also very professional, I have strong opinions about the tasks of a library/librarian and I am pretty damn good at my job.<br />
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I consider librarians somewhat equal to teachers in the shaping and teaching our next generations - except we get the good task. The kids often come to us more or less volentarily – and as many kids look up to their teachers so I hope I become a role model to the kids in their quests of literature. There’s no doubt that in my recommendations and guidance I am currently best equipped to deal with older children who are good at reading. So my personal challenges right now are to get a better understanding of different ages and what children at those ages are able to read by them selves and that's what I'm working on this last month I still have a job.<br />
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I have applied for two positions not far from where I am now and I would kick a puppy to get either - well, not really. Not very hard anyway ;) Both are part time which is perfect! I love my job and working but I also love reading, TV shows and my cats and I would love to be able to spend more time with them. One position is 24 hours and the other is 30 hours a week. I'm really hoping for the 30 hour position as 24 would be a little less than I expected but it still sounded very interesting so I would definitely say yes! The impression I got was a sort of travelling culture Mary Poppins. That's probably not entirely accurate...ah well a girl can dream right? ;)<br />
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This month I get to try out being very grown up and just an ordinary librarian (if there is such a thing). I'm kinda nervous but I think it'll be fun and either way I'm not afraid of challenges :) And I'll still have some hours in the children's library.<br />
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Edit: After I wrote the above I actually had a shift in the adult library and the only question I couldn't answer came from - a child haha.<br />
How many books do you have in the entire library?<br />
A lot, little grasshopper. A whole lot.<br />
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Still hoping my current library suddenly finds a lot of money and hire me permanently but sadly that's probably not going to happen. But I like it here and I've had time to settle in. It's so cruel to kick me out in the cold haha ;) Either way I'm so happy they took me in and gave me a chance to find out what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. I had an idea I wanted to be a children's librarian but I had never worked as one before. I could have hated it hehe - but it turned out to be my dream job. Now to find that permanent position.... Bring it on, 2015.<br />
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Miss Burned Almond 2015 with mulled wine and a smile.</div>
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(Danish lesson for the day: Brændte mandler means burned (sugar) almonds)</div>
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