Shears and Dipshits
So . . . I broke down and bought a pair of sewing shears. Why? Well, your scissors shouldn't click when you cut, and I had a pair of the Fiskers plastic handled cheap ones. Yup. I bought those years ago with my Mom, and I've been using them since. They were long dead, but I kept cutting on. Why? I am stupid. So, I bought the shears. Shears! Oh my god. I should have bought these years ago. When I cut the first piece of fabric with them, and it was like slicing through butter, I cried. Ok, not really. But, it certainly was close. So, yes, this is a partial ode to these: And of course, if this was a movie hallelujah choruses would be coming up for these: In the long run of things, aside from getting them on sale for 45 percent off, new shears don't mean much to those who don't sew and re sculpt fabric into something new. Yes, I did write sculpt. You start out with a flat hunk o...