To the dedicated sewist, nothing strikes more fear into the heart than the question, “Hey, can I borrow your fabric scissors?” Well, maybe the sound of your sewing machine needle breaking, or your feed dogs eating up your fabric. But you get the general idea.

In my household, the explicit rule is that if you take, borrow, or touch my fabric scissors, you die. Not by me stabbing you with them, of course, because that could dull the blade, but by some other long, torturous method involving lots of passive aggression and impalement. Luckily, no one has ever tested my resolve and all of my family members are alive and well (for now). (more…)