Originally Posted by Shelbie
My son counted 16 pairs of scissors in my sewing room just lately and he probably didn't find them all. My excuse is that I run a lot of workshops and teach 4-H and not everybody remembers or has the right tools for the job. I've always loved to cut right from the time I was five and gave my younger sister with the almost waist length curls a very short pixie cut!
I have never bothered to count mine, either for sewing or the rest of the house, NO ONE uses my sewing scissors, they have always been off limits. My two children knew that was a BIG NO NO when they were growing up if they bothered my sewing stuff.
So funny, I guess I was about the same way. When I was about 3 or 4, a HS student that I loved dearly played the piano at our Church. One Sunday, she came with a new short hair cut. My hair was really long, and mother always washed and curled it on long rollers every Sat.. Well that Sunday after Church, because Jan had a new hair cut I decided I needed one too. While mother was preparing lunch, I proceeded to cut my hair, only had one side cut when she caught me. What a mess. Bad part about it, my dad was lying on the bed watching me, (I was in their bedroom,) and didn't stop me. Mother asked him why he didn't stop me this is what he told her, "Well I was going to see if she would really do it" needless to say mother was mad at both of us.