Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Scissors

I like a good pair of scissors.  Sharp, easily found in a drawer, built for a certain task, small or big: they are a useful tool to have around.  We have a lot of scissors still, lurking in boxes, drawers, on our desks, and in our home.  And we need to get rid of some or most of them before we leave for Peru in less than 2 months.

I gathered up the ones this morning that were easily found.  I am sure there are several more hidden away in one of Mikaela's drawing bags or in a box.


The one on the far left Melissa bought for sewing a few years ago.  The older one next to it came from Grandpa's house.  I like that one cause it always seems sharp.  The big orange one was a cheap Office Depot purchase I think.  The small orange one has been either in my tool box or fishing tackle bag for probably the last 15+ years.  The little one above that one was found in a drawer of our Alta house when we bought it, 10 years ago.  I think Clarence, the former owner of the house, used it for gardening.

The ones with "Mikaela" on it were purchased last fall in Canada for her school work.  Not sure where the little red one came from, but it was in Mikaela's room, so guessing it was for school too.

The little black-handled ones came with my Robocut system (which probably needs to go in the next yard sale pile, unless someone wants it!), and are used by Melissa each time I cut my hair to trim up the back.  The silver ones to the right don't cut straight, but seem to make it through every junk purge we have done.

Of course, the kitchen shears came with the knife set we got when we were married over 15 years ago.  Guess that will go in a storage box soon with the knives.

The blue one on the end is part of a set of those squiggley line scissors that make pretty borders.  Mikaela probably has a few more of those somewhere in her room...

But the one just left of the right side of the picture, the one with the spray-painted green/blue handles.  That one came from my Grandpa Ens's house.  In his later years, he took up buying every hand tool he could find at auctions, yard sales, etc.  And to spruce them up or cover over rust, he would buy cans of old spray paint and touch up the handles.  This was one of those tools.  It's a bit rusty still, and doesn't work all that well.  But it was his, and for the last few years, it has been mine, one of the tools in my toolbox.

I probably need to get rid of it, especially since we are moving to Peru.  We probably need to get rid of several of these pairs of scissors.  But which ones?  They all have meaning to at least one of us.  We probably could sell them for 25 cents each at a yard sale.  Seems like a shame, since most of them still work pretty good.  (I am a good thrifty Mennonite after all...)

And there are probably dozens of other similar things in our house that we need to think about getting rid of.  Kitchen tools, my tools, kid's toys, computer paraphernalia, cleaning supplies, books, pens, pencils, furniture, clothes, shoes, belts, lamps, towels....the list goes on.  I will now go stick my head in the sand for a bit so I don't have to think about all these details..... :-)

But once again, I go back to our calling to Peru.  Was it God that told us about a year ago this week that He wanted us in Peru on missions?  Yep.  I like having that security in a calling.  It makes thinking about selling my scissors collection a bit easier.  Not EASY.  But easier.  He works all things together for good, right?

If anyone out there wants a good pair of scissors, I have a few for sale.  Cheap.  You might have to listen to my story about it first though.  That should up the price, actually, I would think.  But I might drop the price if I feel they are going to a good home...

Take care friends.

Lowell