I am a 1 and 10, learned to cut pieces where the outline had been traced with a cardboard template and a lead pencil which had to frequently be sharpened with a knife. And, we worked on the dining table at night, without electric light--used a lamp which burned something called white gas. my mother had a treadle machine until after WW2. There is still a knob on my right thumb from the wear of a scissor handle. Obviously, when I sign in or out as "the old one", I mean it!! Now, I use my rotary cutter and sing!! piecefully, the old one