A Heartbreaking Day
These Gingher embroidery scissors were a Christmas gift from my Dad in 1987. My parents were divorced when I was a baby and I didn't have a relationship with my Dad until my daughter was born. I'm sure there were gifts from him as I was growing up but these scissors mean the world to me because he really encouraged my love of sewing and such. I love scissors and have a delightful collection but these have been near and dear to me.
Oh the memories! They have been with me through many handwork projects - the silver is worn off in the fingers holes and that makes me smile. :-)
I didn't cry but I wanted to - why? Yesterday I was moving my stitchery project and the scissors slid off my hoop and hit my tile floor - they are ruined - one tip is bent! Huge sigh!!!!
I plan to put them away in a special box with a note in hopes that one day my daughter will find them and realize that my Dad and I are smiling down on her. :-
I will look through my collection of scissors and start making memories with a new pair. :-)
Thank you for letting me share about my heartbreak.