Scissors

Watercolor on paper....

I don't have any fond memories of scissors, in fact, I pretty much associate them with pain and blood, of which I have first hand experience. But then again, if I think of life without them, I can quickly conjure up images of pleasure. Like everybody else, we have scissors everywhere throughout the house. In the bedroom a small pair for removing labels or a loose thread here and there. In the bathroom...well, you know what scissors are used for in there..Then there is the handyman that cuts just about anything, although I don't believe in this all-round-scissors. I want one for every purpose - one for cutting hair and one for cutting paper, another for cutting plastic and one at close hand when I can't find the hammer, or the screwdriver or the can-opener...The sewing kit has a few of its own, and to my dismay, the huge fabric scissors is in high demand at Christmas when all the others scissors have magically disappeared. The kitchen is an interesting topic. I have yet to figure out the system - one for every task? But that would leave neither time nor place for anything else in the kitchen.

I had a pretty little old one from my mother which I kept in my handbag and forgot to take out before we had to board. I still have another one left, a very ancient model, frequently used by her and even though it lacks performance, its beauty stays unsurpassed. No psychedelic colored plastic in sight and the handle shows signs of hard use and yes, the blade is full of rust spots, but the lines are sleek and graceful and the grip allows for good comfort. Just a simple, beautiful, old pair of scissors from my childhood, one that comes from my mother's sewing kit and is now not so much a utility as a connexion to the past. So maybe I do have fond memories after all....