No, I am not making that up. If memory serves, I got the above scissors (they used to have a Hello Kitty storage pouch too, but that is long gone) in my Christmas stocking when I was in second grade. I am going to be 30 years old in two months, and I don’t know what I will do without these marvelous scissors.
The scissors are the perfect size for so many activities. They are bigger than kid scissors, and sharp like adult scissors (STILL sharp after over two decades!) but smaller than craft scissors and thus easier to wield for detailed cutting like paper dolls, art projects, or, more recently in their history, clipping coupons. I use them for something or other nearly every day.
Sadly, today while I was trying to use them to pry the broken paw off of Jack’s new Snoopy cell phone toy (precious anecdote interruption: when he makes the phone ringing sound, Jack holds the phone up to his ear and says, ” ‘ello Gigi!” Gigi is what the kids call my mom. Awww.) the handle of the scissors broke. I experimented and really won’t be able to use them to cut, even trying to cut like a gimp. They are still sitting in my pencil cup, however, because I can’t bring myself to throw them away.
Seriously, I am so attached to these scissors. I don’t know what I’m going to do without them. Big sigh.