My great-godmother was, among many other things, a collector of the old, a hoarder of the potentially useful, and a seamstress of the highest degree. Though I didn't inherit her favorite scissors when she passed, I did get my favorite pair from her collection.
The woman's father stuck these two mis-matched halves of scissors together. They cut like a dream despite not being sharpened for at least a couple of decades, plus they feel great in the hand. In order to keep them alive for as long as possible, and keep using them as often as I can, I've recently decided to keep them as my beard and sideburn trimmers. Not a super dignified life, I guess...
As you'll see in the photos, the parts don't totally line up and each half has a different maker's mark. That's exactly why I love them so much!
The woman's father stuck these two mis-matched halves of scissors together. They cut like a dream despite not being sharpened for at least a couple of decades, plus they feel great in the hand. In order to keep them alive for as long as possible, and keep using them as often as I can, I've recently decided to keep them as my beard and sideburn trimmers. Not a super dignified life, I guess...
As you'll see in the photos, the parts don't totally line up and each half has a different maker's mark. That's exactly why I love them so much!
