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Bunny Bliss: Knitting My Way to Recovery
For most of my adult life, scissors have been in my hands. I’ve worked as a hairstylist for over 40 years, honing my skills through the decades. Scissors allowed me to provide for my family, keeping a roof over our heads and food on the table. I completed countless hair cuts, colors, and bridal and prom updos, including styling my daughter’s hair for her most important big events. Styling was not only my livelihood, but was my creative outlet, and the one thing that defined me.
By Barb Dunning5 years ago in Humans
The First Box
I made my first collage box 25 years ago. It was summertime and my best friend and I were in my sister’s classroom - she taught art at a local school - trying to find something with which to occupy ourselves while we waited on her to finish her work. We found a stack of magazines, some small, used jewelry boxes that were headed for the trash, scotch tape and scissors. We set out to work cutting out anything that called to us. When we cut out something particularly special, we would silently show it to the other and nod knowingly, or giggle as only teenagers do. We didn’t think too much about what we were doing at the time, but were happy to have something to keep our hearts and hands busy.
By Amy C Trieger5 years ago in Humans
The Quilt of Many Colors
I could feel the excitement and intimidation building up inside of me as I carefully measured and cut the dozen or so different fabric swatches into 4-inch squares with my mom’s well-loved silver Fiskars. I had never made a quilt before but I was determined. She deserved something special.
By Chelsie Speer5 years ago in Humans
Oh, for the love of Scissors!. Top Story - June 2021.
I couldn’t have imagined that this Challenge would bring me so much joy! As I’m sure most people did, I started by looking around our home to see how many pairs of scissors we own and discovered that we have rather an abundance! Interestingly, almost every pair of scissors we own are made by Fiskars which seems to have become a household name in our home, even without intentionally making it so.
By Monique Green5 years ago in Humans
Scissors, It’s In my DNA.
It's Just What We Do! Scissors, It’s In my DNA. A few weeks ago I gathered up all the scissors in the house, I counted 38 scissors in various states of disrepair. I was trying to decide if I need to buy just one more pair. Of course, the answer is always “YES!” There were only 3 good scissors in this house, and of course one of the good ones is my sewing shears. These shears are also the ones I keep hidden from hands that just don’t understand: just one time of cutting the wrong thing will ruin them FOREVER! If only I could keep my shears hidden from myself.
By Sylvia Van Bibber5 years ago in Humans
An ear or a nose?
I am a qualified dental technician. Essentially, I make gums.. and teeth; and everything in between. However, as soon as the pandemic forced me to spend time alone with my brain; I realised that I was not happy just doing that anymore. I wanted to do something better with myself, to make a difference; to not just stagnate in a job which people break their necks and backs over. I decided that I needed to take a leap of faith. I now don't make gums, and teeth.. but rather - ears, eyes and noses... and everything in between.
By Martina Mifsud5 years ago in Humans
Shaping A Flower Garden By: Danyel Fields
I am a person with vision and love to work with my hands. I know that not everything can be done with only my hands but with dependable tools as well. The picture above way day two of a two week journey that I made beautiful. As you can tell there are a lot of rocks that had to be removed before I could start my art. You can also see that large pile of what looks like leaves and sticks. I will tell you those aren't your average leaves you see; that is a huge pile of poison ivy. So, not a job for the everyday Joy to go out and take care of. Plus, all those rocks piles you see and didn't really know what I was getting into until I started pulling all the ivy out. Then rock after rock seemed to be endless as the days went on. After day four was over I finally got most of it cleared out and the ivy pulled back to a pile in the woods behind the house.
By Danyel Fields5 years ago in Humans
Crafting Hope
Only three weeks after my return to work, following a lengthy medical leave for breast cancer treatment, the COVID pandemic shutdown sent me home again to ride out another crisis, waiting and hoping for the best. I was just bouncing back after a difficult year in survival mode. My husband died six years prior and my sons were serving in the military far from home, so I relied on the compassionate and loving presence of my friends, extended family, and colleagues, as I fought to endure chemo and recover from surgery. Their incredible support got me through the cancer ordeal. COVID ushered in a new round of uncertainty and fears with a health crisis on a global scale. As it continued with no end in sight, my eldest son convinced me to ride out the ongoing pandemic with him. Moving to his home took me far from mine and, with unexpected deployments, I ended up alone more than I anticipated. I decided to channel my creative energies in my time alone to make symbolic and uplifting holiday gifts for those I missed back home. With limited supplies at my son’s house, I had to be resourceful. The accumulated cardboard boxes from pandemic deliveries provided raw material with potential. All I needed was my sharp Frisker Scissors, some paint pens, and markers. I cut out various five- and six-point stars and spent my evenings creating intricate patterned designs on each star, while I thought with hope for those I loved and cared about…and the world in the face of the pandemic. I found peace in the meditative and mindful task, and like all creative endeavors, it generated my own sense of hope, the very thing I wished to offer with my gifts. On the back, I wrote the word, “HOPE” in silver to stand out against the cardboard brown. It brought me comfort and joy to create the Hope stars, and I was excited to tuck them in the envelopes with my holiday cards, knowing they would bring a smile and sense of connection when opened.
By Lori Newland5 years ago in Humans
