Scissors
Scissors
I felt like I needed to start writing, I knew the only way to do it is to start writing about random subjects. It is hard because my mind never truly settles down and everything I could think about always falls in-line with the things I have always written. When my friend told me about the challenge of writing about scissors, I wanted to do it, but scissors is such a small object to create an entire story about.Still, I felt I could since I am constantly using a scissors for something. Later she corrected me and said I do not necessarily have to talk about scissors, just a creative outlet, something that involves the use of a scissors. Somehow that seems more complicated than just talking about scissors.You see, I have a lot of scissors; big scissors, huge scissors, small scissors, wide scissors, skinny scissors. I have round scissors, flat scissors, plastic scissors, pointy scissors, even wooden scissors. Recently I found my old Leather-man Wave, and come to find out, the scissors in it are just as sharp as all my other sharp scissors; tiny, small but handy.At first I wanted to talk about my grandma's love for scissors. She had a lot of scissors. She had a specific one for everything. Paper had a different scissors than fabrics, she even had different scissors for different sewing string and colors. But of all the scissors, her favorite was Fiskars. She had three of those stainless steel with an orange handle, which are now mine and sadly enough, right now they are sitting in a storage unit in New York City and I am over three thousand miles away.Even more than crocheting, or knitting was the love my grandma Meme had for cooking. She hardly ever used knives in her kitchen, only scissors, even to cut carrots, fish or meat. Although I am an adult now, I still enjoy the memories of her cutting green onion, celery and all sorts of greens into her big pot of soup.I was wishing when I start writing, my first things will be about my work, my job, or even my history, and not scissors, but the more I think about it the more I realize I could compress a story of my creative use of a scissors. If I had to talk about my work, there will be so much to talk about, as I am a jack of all trades (though the master of none). Currently I work construction, a job that gets you on the road, even across the country if you are good, but we hardly use scissors. Though it is used once in a while in construction, pocket knife is always faster at the job site. My jobs are usually temporary, as my passion is in art, from painting and carving, to making cards, even cooking in my kitchen is a work of art.Although I have a tote that is almost full of scissors, I only use three, as all the other scissors have some kind of a problem. The problems range from loose handle to dull blade, some I know will never work again, still I save it. It is just hard to throw out a scissors, isn’t it?The three I use now are Kitchen Aid scissors, two black and one green. Just like my grandma Meme I try to designate my scissors. The newest one came in a set with ten knives in a holder, and that is my sharpest scissors, only four years old and I still use it every day, trying to keep it as a “kitchen only scissors.” The second one is the other black scissors, five years older than my now-kitchen scissors. I designate that for my arts and crafts.The third is the green scissors and it is where I will start my story.
