Cathy the Librarian

I like crayons. I like them a lot. However, not all crayons are created equal. I do not mean to be a crayon snob or anything, but Crayola has, hands down, the best crayons. Their consistancy, their smell, the vibrancy of their colors. Although I must say I like these crayons as well however I am offended at how these people use crayons (not in a dirty way)… and on a serious note, I probably would like these Staedtler crayons as well, because I know they make really good erasers, so why wouldn’t they make good crayons?

BTW, about 30 minutes has passed by because I got trapped in the world of Flickr. You are evil! Evil I say!

I’ve always liked these Bancroft girls. They are so completely different. Really, you meet them and you really can’t believe that they are sisters, but they are and they are both really wonderful. I’m always sad when everyday life takes over and we can’t spend much time together.

I finally found a way to trap Clorinda into my snares. I showed her the felted bag that I made (yes I still need to post pictures) and she really wants to make one. Then she started seeing other things that are felted and she especially would like to try making felted beads. I’ve always wanted an excuse to make them, and now I have a double reason to make them, because I love any excuse to hang out with people like Clorinda. She is intelligent and quiet, yet she doesn’t mind talking about silly things too, like Walter the Farting Dog.

Yea felted beads!

I love crayons.
I love their smell.
And the way they feel
sliding on the paper.

…

I also love pencils
but I hate when the lead
bleeds onto my hand.

(being a lefty sucks when you use a pencil because it gets all over your hand)

I have a new obsession. (hmm, that looked weird, but its spelled right… I think that there should be a list of weird words that you think are spelled wrong, but aren’t…)

ANYway, the new obsession is… felting purses. If you’ve read the blog before, you already know about the purse insanity. Now add in

1) the relaxation of crocheting
2) the joy of picking the colors of the yarn
3) the happy surprise of felting the bag
4) the ecstasy (another weird word) of having a new bag to lug around

I thought it was going to be hard, but after about five calls to one of my co-workers (on a Sunday no less) I finally finished my first bag.

This is how my weekend went:

Thursday – bought the yarn after finding out the wool yarn I did buy was only 20% wool and 80% acryllic… that’s called “pretend wool”, which means that it won’t felt. I found out it was on sale and danced the happy dance of joy, which is similar to the pee-pee dance, only happy.
Friday – worked, then crocheted throughout a free concert that we went to with Jeff’s sister and her family. I also chased my nieces, played a tamborine, ate a cheese burger, danced and tickled my nieces.
Saturday -  crocheted most of the day, except when we went grocery shopping so I could buy:

a) fruit roll ups
b) twinkies
3) rice krispie treats
4) gummy worms

And no its not because I’m pregnant or anything. We made candy sushi today in anime group. It was gross and yummy all at once.

Sunday – we went to breakfast with the Lotus Group or “Loony” then I crocheted endlessly, until I umm… ended. I finished Sunday evening, forgetting to do everything (go to the bathroom, eat food… you get the idea). Then I threw it in the washing machine to felt and we watched a movie. More on that in the next post.

I love my bag, and I’m going to make a little purse out of the leftover yarn. Yippee!

(I will post pictures soon.)

Well I survived another day with the six year olds. I think doing a craft helps alot. I just need to keep finding crafts for them to do. After story time, my boss told me to go have a drink. I didn’t, but its so cool to have a boss that understands.

I just discovered the joys of Oriental Trading Company…
They have so many kits for poor librarians that needs programs, but don’t have any money. I’ve already planned about five or six programs (in my mind).

On a non-library note, my sister told me to visit this knitting blog:
It makes me so happy to see other people my age that love yarn too. I try to crochet or knit and I love both, but all I can make are scarves or blankets. I think I need to take a class… I started to look at other knitting blogs, and boy does it make me jealous when I see how talented other people are. I’ll get over it though. For example there is a woman in Japan that knits, and she does a lot of stuff in miniature. It’s incredible!

Oh well. Life goes on.