My obsession

I have this very weird obsession....with scissors. Yes, it's strange, I know. I've figured out how I acquired this obsession - you see, growing up there was NEVER a pair of scissors in our house. Too bad if you needed them, they didn't exist. I'm sure it wasn't because my parents didn't buy any, my brothers and I probably lost them all. But if you come into my house, chances are you will find a plethora of scissors. They are all kept in one place - in my kitchen cabinet. I even got 3 pair of scissors in my stocking this year and while no one else on Earth probably would have appreciated it, I LOVED it!

So, why am I blogging about this? While I have been made fun, quite painfully, I realized today that I am not the only one with a scissor obsession as evidenced below. Of course, I have no idea what this picture is even for (and probaly isn't for the display of someone's scissor fetish) but it made me feel a little more normal about my desire to own a LOT of scissors. At least for today. :-)