27 pairs of Fiskar scissors….

27 pairs of Fiskar scissors….

According to my calculations that’s how many I’ve purchased in the last 12 years. 

 

27 pairs purchased in July, labeled and placed lovingly in the brand new pencil boxes and packed into the bookbags for the first day of school

 

27 pairs rescued, along with 15 assorted jibbles of crayons and nubs of pencils, from the battered pencil box, it’s top more often than not dangling from it’s one remaining hinge the following June. 

 

27 pairs both blunt and sharp. 

 

27 pairs in varying pastel colors typically purchased in coordinating colors to the metric, bendable ruler and pocket pencil sharpener.

 

27 pairs, on whose very existence is placed direct responsiblity for the approaching school year and end of summer on those little blades with pastel handles.

27 pairs of Fiskar scissors….

 

So why is it there isn’t a pair of scissors anywhere in my house?  My husband and I have looked in every nook and cranny… from basement to attic, family room to bathroom… there isn’t a pair to be found. 

By the time every child is through with school I will have bought 60, but I am confident that I will never find one.... until.... Some dark stormy fall day a truant officer will come knocking on my door looking for my errant children and find my still warm body lying on the floor with dozens of pastel-colored Fiskar scissors protruding from my chest...

Comments

[Megan]

Ah! This is giving me a flashback. My mom would always complain that there were no scissors and we had about 30 pairs. Inevitably one Saturday no one would be allowed to go out until at least 15 scissors appeared on the coffee table. Ugh. I don't miss those days.