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What is kumihimo braiding?

Posted on June 29th, 2012 by Mary in Events, Programs
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Kumihimo is a style of braiding that was originally used in ancient Japan. They used the marudi loom for their braiding and make some really intricate and beautiful braiding. The following website will give you more information about the history of kumihimo braiding – http://www.englisch.kumihimo.de/html/history.html.

Today kumihimo braiding can also be done on a nice foam disk. Other types of looms or disks are used as well. Kumihimo braiding  is so simple and you can see results rather quickly if you aren’t gabbing with everyone. The following YouTube page has a great tutorial showing how to braid on a Kumihimo foam disk – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=suUcFpj4OsA&feature=related.

Why am I telling you all of this… well for Pride Month, on June 20, 2012, the Copley Teen Room Teen/Tween Craft Hour made rainbow braids using a kumihimo disk. We actually ended up making a pretty advanced mode due to the number of strands we used (18 strands). Usually beginners start with 8 strands. And I have to tell you, we did an amazing job. The following are a few pictures of what we made at various stages. It maybe be hard to notice the braids in the pictures but they were there. Also everyone ended up with a slightly different variation than what we started with and really made the braids their own creation.

1. Still on the disk:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2. Finished project

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 You can make bracelets, necklaces keychains, fobs for your backpacks and more. You can get even more creative as you continue braiding on the kumihimo disk like using glow in the dark thread/floss or adding beads.  Kumihimo braiding is such a relaxing craft and you can do just about anywhere, even on the bus.  The hardest part is chosing your colors and placement of the strands. I suggest as a beginner to prepare that part at home.

Get Ready for Henna Tattoos

Posted on June 19th, 2012 by Akunna in Programs, Resources, Teen Services
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Summer begins this week! To start us off, local artist Nimmi will be doing henna tattoos at a number of branches this month. If you’ve never seen what these beautiful, temporary tattoos look like, take a look below:

Go to our Events for Teens  tab on the BPL Summer Reading page to find out where and when Nimmi will be doing henna tattoos.

The art of making henna tattoos, called mendhi, goes way back, at least 5,000 years. If you want to know more about it AND learn how to make your own designs, here’s a good place to start

If you need some ideas for what you’d like drawn on you, the Henna Page Symbol Index  has some suggestions.   

 

Teen/Tween Craft Hour -what we made

Posted on May 29th, 2012 by Mary in Events, Programs, Teen Services
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On Wednesday, May 16, 2012, the Copley Teen Room had our Teen/Tween Craft Hour. We had lots of fun painting precut wooden masks. Everyone had a different idea of what they wanted on their masks-paint, embellishments, feathers and more. One mask is on display in the glass display case in the Copley Teen Room.

 

Here are two pictures showing 4 masks that were made:

Our next craft hour will be on Wednesday, June 20, 2012. For information, please contact the Copley Teen Room.

Even More Teen Poetry…

Posted on April 30th, 2012 by Anna in Events, Programs
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“Revolution” by M.

Only we will

kiss the fire

one heart blazes war

but near the sun

comes absolute light

“Friends” by M.

Friends are something

special,

friends are something

you have to hold on to,

make each day last,

keep your friends

close some might say,

but keep your heart

closer.

“The End Of The World As We Know It” by Mary Devine, Teen Librarian

Skyscrapers tipping

Broken windows

the Earth reclaims with Nature

Green lucious trees and plants

Vines winding floor to floor

Animals reclaim their kingdom

Cars and metal become rust

Humanity eliminated

Piles of Dust

All we are is dust in the wind,

Dude!

More Teen Poetry…

Posted on April 30th, 2012 by Anna in Events, Programs
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“I Dance” by Brianna

I dance

dance to the rhythm you left me in

the rhythm that you used when my mom

has your pleasurable shelter.

The type of rhythm that the savages

used when their freedom was about to

come.

I dance to that rhythm. That rhythm

of life.

 

I see you when I dance

I see the eyes that capture me when

I was born.

The two hands that held me in your

strong arms

the hands that went through dirt and

pulled out the struggles of what you

went through.

 

But I can’t feel you when I stop

moving.

So I take each step so I can see you

as my father.

I take each step to feel you

but every time I lose my way

try to find music to help me breathe

 

Sometimes I don’t know who you are

cause when I stop dancing

the building around me shut down

the people turn around and face each other

and the love for each other on the

inside fades away

 

the bruises on my mom’s arm

appears.

And the happiness you once felt turns to be anger

I wonder why you are like this

cause God stopped playing the music

I wonder why you are not listening

cause the grooviness of your step lost

its way

I wonder why you don’t see me anymore

cause the music in our lives stop showing

a happy image.

I can’t take it when everything stops

cause I stomp my feet to hear singing

and I stomp my feet to the beat to breathe

in life.

I stomp my feet to end the fighting

that’s going on

I tap my feet to bring back your

heart from hell.

 

I try to bee the reason of the

had autotune violent music in our

house.

But I breathe in the soulness of

the 60’s, 80’s, and 90’s.

To get a trace of what a family

of music should be like.

 

So I dance, dance to the stress of the beat

I dance, dance to the anger it its

tone.

I swing my hair in the air of

madness

and shake myself up and down

to get the happiness flowing

I sweat cause I need to survive

so I can get a happy home in this

house we call saintairs home.

I dance cause it’s the only freedom

I call my mother.