My Scissors

My Scissors

That title should read MY scissors. We have loads of pairs of scissors in the house but this one pair – actually not very special – I regard as mine.

I bought them at Leclerc’s hypermarket at Bayeux in France back in 1991.

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This was our first ‘real’ abroad holiday with children and at that time a French hypermarket was a revelation. We all seemed to fall in love with the stationery aisle and 22 years later, I still regard these scissors as mine and feel edgy if other people use them.

Going back to childhood, another pair of scissors was mine, for I bought them at a jumble sale in the 1950s.

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As scissors they were OK and they still cut paper perfectly well. I think they were designed to be embroidery scissors but I liked the fantastic, elegant shape.

My dad rather acquired these scissors and at some point I must have jokingly griped about it for at my birthday in the same year of 1991 they were returned to me with some good humoured cash for rental.

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The odd result is that I never used them since and nor have I used the money. Somehow it seemed I should keep a bit of Dad’s humour. Bless him! Money has never actually been important in our family

On the basis of his payment, it looks as though he has paid a hire charge from 1953. I doubt I bought them quite that early.

I don’t know when the scissors were made. They do not appear to have any makers mark.

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