I love cutting paper and I love the sound of scissors cutting paper. But even more, I love the shape of a pair of scissors. There's something so elegantly beautiful about the shape of scissors. And, if I could, I would have a drawer full of them.
Here's what my dream drawer of scissors would look like:
Shears by Shozaburo scissor company from Best Made Company
Marguerite Scissors from The French Needle
Allex Non-Stick Scissors from The Shop at Cooper-Hewitt
Antique Stork Scissors from The Vintage Universe
Double Face Scissors (Photo: Colleen Abbott/Pinterest)
9 Inch Fabric Scissors from Spartan Shop
Brass Scissors from Hay
1.8" Black Utility Ceramic Scissors from Kyocera
9" Studio Teflon Scissors by Merchant & Mills
(Photo: Pack Rat Memories Blog)
I leave you with a poem by Pablo Neruda.
Ode to a Pair of Scissors
you are as polished as a knight's
Two long and treacherous
crossed and bound together
for all time,
thus was born a creature for cutting,
a fish that swims among billowing linens,
a bird that flies
that smell of
when their vacant
to the neighbors
about our thefts of plums and kisses.
in the house,
nestled in their corner,
the scissors crossed
and oh so
many lengths of
that they cut and kept on cutting:
for newlyweds and the dead,
for newborns and hospital wards.
and kept on cutting,
also the peasant's hair
as a plant that clings to rock,
soon stained and scorched
by blood and flame,
stalks in winter,
and the cord
on the telephone.
A long-lost pair of scissors
cut your mother's
from your navel
and handed you for all time
your separate existence.
Another pair, not necessarily
will one day cut
the suit you wear to your grave.
snipping off piece of
Everything has been material
for scissors to shape:
as lovely as schooners,
and very small ones
for trimming nails
in the shape of the waning moon,
and the surgeon's
that cut complications
and the knot that should not have grown inside you.
Now, I'll cut this ode short
with the scissors
of good sense,
so that it
fit in your pocket
smoothed and folded