When I was little my mother had a pair of scissors that she only used to cut fabric.
I thought it was ridiculous.
Scissors? Just for fabric? When I needed scissors for glitter paper and pipe cleaners and glued-up construction paper?
In a house full of seven creative people, scissors were a hot commodity. I’d open the drawer and stare longingly at them and think maybe just this once…
…and then I’d see my mother’s frown.
Yesterday when I was cutting out leaves for this drop cloth wreath, I decided she wasn’t ridiculous any more.
She was brilliant.Continue reading