Someone recently mentioned on their blog that they were doing a bit of fall house cleaning, and it made me think of scissors. Any major housecleaning makes me think of scissors, and this is why. Growing up, our house was clean, but very cluttered. I was the only person in the family who seemed to care about this, and I was a bit neurotic about being neat. Clutter distressed me. It was hard to find anything. Whenever company was coming, there was an immediate rush to put all the newspapers and magazines under the couch and chair cushions. And to this day, I clearly remember the constant frustrated cry of my mother as she ran around the house, "Where are the good scissors? I can never keep anything nice in this house!" She would usually find them after an eternity of searching. The good scissors were apparently black as iron, weighed about five pounds, needed two hands to use, and though they were huge, never able to be found when needed. This would be why I have so many scissors now. Here they are, for your viewing enjoyment. They are scattered all over the house, so you won't ever hear me yelling what my mother did. But wait, I've just discovered that I need to go shopping for another pair!! Yes, we have two 4 year olds who spend time here, and I have no child's blunt ended scissors. And if they can't do crafts with me, that would be the unkindest cut of all. Here is the kindest one.
"He brought them out of darkness and the deepest gloom and broke away their chains. Let them give thanks to the Lord for his unfailing love and his wonderful deeds for men, for he breaks down gates of bronze and cuts through bars of iron." Psalm 107:14,16