My mom was an animal groomer when I was a kid. We had fabric shears, fabric scissors, shears for hair, and paper scissors, kitchen scissors, craft scissors, scrapbooking scissors… So many scissors. I never really understood until I started sewing in my 20s. I knew not to use the wrong scissors on pain of death, but I never really understood why.
Now? I will cut a bitch (with the appropriate pair of scissors for bitch-cutting) if they so much as look at my fabric scissors while within 5 feet of a sheet of paper.
My mother who I haven’t seen or spoken to in decades was a horrible excuse of a human being. She loved to sew and spent tons of money we didn’t have on it.
As a teenager, I figured out how to sharpen scissors.
I would deliberately use my mom’s expensive fabric scissors in front of her to get her to scream (I was taller than her so the backhand across the face wasn’t an option). Then when she was gone I would give them a quick sharpening before she used them for fabric.
I would constantly give her shit about how they were still sharp.
Soon everyone in the house used the amazing “never dull” fabric scissors for everything. I sharpened them weekly in secret (only takes 2-3 minutes).
Then I moved out.
The drama that unfolded a month later was truly epic.
Meanwhile I just bought a pair of scissors that say they’re good for leather clothes seatbelts human flesh etc.
Is Leatherman still a respectable brand?
If you’re dating a stylist, you too can meet the cops after using their shears.
My mom was an animal groomer when I was a kid. We had fabric shears, fabric scissors, shears for hair, and paper scissors, kitchen scissors, craft scissors, scrapbooking scissors… So many scissors. I never really understood until I started sewing in my 20s. I knew not to use the wrong scissors on pain of death, but I never really understood why.
Now? I will cut a bitch (with the appropriate pair of scissors for bitch-cutting) if they so much as look at my fabric scissors while within 5 feet of a sheet of paper.
My mother who I haven’t seen or spoken to in decades was a horrible excuse of a human being. She loved to sew and spent tons of money we didn’t have on it.
As a teenager, I figured out how to sharpen scissors.
I would deliberately use my mom’s expensive fabric scissors in front of her to get her to scream (I was taller than her so the backhand across the face wasn’t an option). Then when she was gone I would give them a quick sharpening before she used them for fabric.
I would constantly give her shit about how they were still sharp.
Soon everyone in the house used the amazing “never dull” fabric scissors for everything. I sharpened them weekly in secret (only takes 2-3 minutes).
Then I moved out.
The drama that unfolded a month later was truly epic.
Meanwhile I just bought a pair of scissors that say they’re good for leather clothes seatbelts human flesh etc.
Is Leatherman still a respectable brand?Edit: boo you can’t strikethrough on lemmy