This is not a collection. Like the thimbles, the scissors represent an accumulation. All of these were acquired in the last six months or so, and all from the same little place, the curious junk shop.
Isn't it amazing how you can never find a pair of scissors when you need them? You'd think in this house that would not be a problem, but it is.
Stork embroidery scissors are a classic.
Although if you look closely at the handles on these - look at the handle at the left - you can see a variation on the stork theme, with its long neck and beak curving around.
Such delicate little details.
I was thinking these were my favorites, because I like the pewter-colored finish, and now I'm seeing how much they look like the variation-on-the-stork theme scissors. I'll have to get out the originals and compare. That's about as complex a task as my brain can handle. Yesterday I meant to tell my husband that I had stopped taking codeine, but I said cocaine. I guess this is why we should not use narcotics unless we have to. Thank you for all of your good wishes, by the way.
I think I've used up my allotment of words for the day. I'm off to find some kind of mindless entertainment. On Sunday I watched snowmobile racing, so my standards are pretty low.