I remember the time when I was learning to sew that I cut over a straight pin with The Sewing Scissors (ours were a little different) and put a nick in the blade. We didn't have a scissor-grinder, so The Sewing Scissors were ruined. So I was summarily killed, and my body was buried in the back yard. Or at least that's what it felt like at the time.
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Date: 2006-11-14 02:26 pm (UTC)