I have many scissors. I love scissors, actually. That isn’t an exaggeration — I truly can not imagine my life without them. I have at least 1 pair in every room. As I look around, I can see 10 pairs in this room alone. I even keep a pair in my car just in case something needs cutting opened (it happens more often than most people would think).

I am referring to the regular “cutting without curses or cures” kind of scissors, of course. And while I have a large variety of interesting and useful shears, I don’t have any that can match the beauty and purposes of these. I wish so much that I had every pair.

I wonder if Atropos has scissors as beautiful.