Tea For Two

The contents of my tea drawer

One Cup to Rule Them All

While I am by no means a complete fan girl, I do tend to stay true to the few fadoms I've taken interest in, and every once and a while my geeky tendancies shines through so brightly it would be a shame not to share it with the world.

Enter: Clay Cafe; a place where you can pick out your own ceramics and for a moderate fee, paint till you've had your fill. They'll glaze it and cast it for you and you can then pick it up a few days later.

I had gone to take a break from my M.A. program and stumbled upon a beer stein. Not just any beer stein, Muggy VonBeerstein (because I can't seem to help giving names to inanimate objects) Normally I have a hard time trying to figure out what to paint, but almost instantly an idea came to me. I present to you: Lord of the cups!

While I have yet to drink an actual pint from it, you have no idea how happy it makes me to sip at my water while my chubby little fingers try to encircle its parameter.

It just might be my new favorite thing in the world.

What Future Librarians Dream About

Friday night means I should be out doing something...anything. Instead I curled up with a pile of papers (that didn't get marked) and sat in front of the tv for a night full of my favorite fashion duo, Stacey and Clinton.

I have seriously considered going to the salvation army and dressing myself in the worst stuff I could find if it meant landing me on this show...then I realized sadly as I looked through my own wardrobe that I wouldn't need to.

I've got a small army of funny slogan tees, and in fact am currently wearing one that says "Volunteering: It doesn't pay." as I type. I've got stripes going the wrong way, any number of old, wonkey zip up hoodies, jeans that scrape against the ground because I've been too lazy to get any of them hemmed, and don't bother asking the last time I went for a bra fitting because I don't remember.

There are times when I feel one pair of orthopedic shoes and dangly eyeglass beads away from the stereotypical librarian. I've already got two cats. Perhaps I should add that to my resume. "Roving librarian seeks library to call her own; comes complete with bad shoes, bun, and two cats."

I don't know exactly when I started dressing badly. It might have been around the time I gained back all the weight I lost before entering into this graduate program and stress eating again. It may have been around the time I quit working at the clothing store and lost my 50% discount, making decent clothes a little too much out of my price range at the moment. Either way I've got one more year of living like a student before I can seriously invest in a big girl adult wardrobe. Quite frankly, I'm excited at the prospect!

In the meantime I'll watch and learn from the masters!

Closet Monsters and Missing Laundry

I feel the need to say that for the most part, I am a pretty organized person. Sure, my desk gets a little messy as crunch time creeps up, and yes, I do have a designated "laundry chair" for the clothes I've only worn once but are not quite dirty enough to go into the hamper, but the longer I'm in this program, the more I feel my mind is slipping.

Case in point: I've misplaced my pants.

This is quite the feat. I'm a pretty chubby girl, so it's not like the pants are small and out of the way. They're big, black, and fully of yoga goodness...and now missing. My room is a decent size, but seeing as how I own enough stuff to fill up about three suitcases, this should not be an issue. I recall wearing them to bed one night and then when I woke up in the morning in a disoriented haze, they were gone.

They couldn't have been stolen, my roommate is a tiny girl and my room stays locked at night. Perhaps I started to sleepwalk and threw them out the window? Regardless of the "how's" and "why's" they're gone, never to be seen again.

Library World

Now, I'm not there yet. I still have a few years of grad school before I can offically call myself a librarian, but in the meantime, a bit about me.

• I'm 26
• I'm going to school at Dalhousie in Halifax
• I'm originally from Ontario
• Got my undergrad in History
• Have spent the last six years of my life in various school systems and overseas teaching

It was overseas actually, when I decided to make the jump to a different job. I was tired of the job market and wanted something that I could settle into and enjoy. Not to say that I didn't like what I was doing, but I was working on average, three jobs at once just to get by. Eventually when I came home I got a part time job at a local book store and that was it. Why couldn't I be doing this for a living? I'm not a big fan of the sales aspect of this, but I do love suggesting books and answering questions.

Enter: Library School.

Welcome to my life!