I got Old Man Jack's upholstery shears, the ones he used in his shop. They are big and heavy and beautiful and still sharp. And they arrived via my Grandma's luggage from Tampa swathed in cotton and tinfoil and still whizzingly sharp.
Old Man Jack was my Great Grandmother Maisy's second huband and he got her by leaving a six-pack of RC cola and a small boquet of flowers he'd grown right there on her doorstop every day. For a year.
My mom says she visited my Granny once and heard her bragging about the piled-up sodas in her pantry and she knew Granny would eventually marry him.
They're crazy big and so dangerous that my Man Spouse has made me promise to hang them at least six feet up on the wall. Got it.
Those are my standard sized cutting shears up there to give you a sense of their mega jumbo size.
Seems like I feel sure I have everything I need to go about Making and then something nifty like these shows up.
Hope you're well. Hope you're sewing. Hope you're making what you need.
