BQ Boudreau

Where are the good scissors?

“Where are the good scissors?” Growing up, this was a question my mother repeated often, growing more frustrated as my sisters and I got older. The “good scissors” differed from the numerous other pairs of scissors in the house as they were sharp and capable of reliably cutting through materials. Although the “good scissors” belonged in the cutlery drawer beside the stove, they were most often found anywhere else. When my mother would buy a new pair of good scissors to replace an old pair that had been lost – by us – we would promise her that once we had finished using them, we would return them promptly to the drawer where they belonged. We did not.