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Scissors

For some reason, I got it into my head today that the scissors hanging naked in my sewing area just needed clothing.

I made three scissor pockets out of felt scraps and two out of the blue flowered fabric I used for my sewing machine cover.  I also felt the need to make the ironing mitten because I had just enough material left.

If you think all of my scissors are now clothed, you would be oh so wrong.  I actually horde scissors.  I have at least two pair in every room of my house.

There is probably a scientific classification for those who horde scissors.  I'd do some research, but right now I am feeling really sleepy.  I'll save that task for another day.  Making scissor pockets has worn me out.

Comments

  1. Ironing mitten?
    Good God, woman, you aren't still using sadirons, are you?

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  2. Very nice job...I hide my good scissors because I don't want anyone cutting paper with my good sewing shears.

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  3. Really good ideas, Olga. I don't think of myself as "collecting" scissors, but when I think about it I sure do have a lot of them.

    My "thing" is pens - plain old ball point pens. Can't ever have enuf of them! And I never seem to have one at hand when I need it.

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  4. I am so glad your scissors are no longer naked, well at least most of them anyway.
    Arkansas Patti

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  5. I don't think I've ever heard of ironing mittens. I've always ironed but never thought about a mitten. The sissor clothes are very cute.

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  6. Hi Olga. I just saw that you are the winner of Pass the Book on Margaret's blog, so I thought I would hop over and introduce myself. I'm Sian and I started the Pass The Book last year. You can read a bit more about it on my page on my blog :
    http://fromhighinthesky.blogspot.com/p/pass-book.html

    Enjoy it, post about it linking back to the page and then pass it on. I'm hoping it will come back to me eventually.

    Nice to meet you!

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  7. Olga - I have no idea what an ironing mitt is! (I cannot remember the last time I used an iron). I'm a wash and wear kind of gal.

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