The other day, I was fishing through one of my craft cubbies (don't we all have those?) and I dislodged my embroidery scissors. I didn't really hear them land, but I didn't think about it. When I went to retrieve them, I found this:
Boy, am I ever glad that my foot wasn't there. That's a wooden floor it's buried in. That's not good.
So, now I am a bit (lot) more careful with what I am doing with my scissors in storage. I am aware that if they fall, they're potentially horrific stabbing devices.
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