In all my travels these last few years, I have always taken a small pair of fold up scissors. Appliquing keeps me sane. I take small projects whenever I fly. I always seem to under estimate what I can get done but that is okay since I’m always pleased. I stayed up late cutting things out in preparation for my trip to Asheville so you can imagine my surprise when at security in Chicago, they took away my scissors! It was done very politely and when I protested just a little, the officer apoligized. On the other hand, I wanted to cry and even must admit that it still makes me sad. I was even hoping since I have so often that it feels like a mantra expressed to my family, “They took my scissors,” that someone would have replaced them this Christmas. Alas, it didn’t happen and I haven’t the heart yet to do it myself especially since I understand I can now legally carry them. Sigh, Karen
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