This weekend I took a road trip down to SoCal to spend time with some of my old friends.
I did NO knitting. (Knitting while driving is not recommended...)
On Saturday, two guys I went to high school with took me out to a Renaissance Fair in Corona. I had, shockingly, never been to one before!
One of my favorite places was the shop that sold swords. I seriously considered purchasing the hardwood broad sword. It would be so much cooler to attack intruders with a sword than the baseball bat currently residing under my bed. (It would be ideal to never have an intruder to attack in the first place, but it is generally wise to be prepared.)
There also appeared, at first glance, to be a very pretty sheathed dagger lying on the display table next to the swords. It was silver, with red "rubies" on the hilt.
But it wasn't a dagger.
Or, it wasn't only a dagger.
It was, in actuality, a pair of scissors! It has four cutting edges, all of which were very sharp!
I looked at the scissors of doom. I looked at the wooden sword. All of a sudden my baseball bat seemed like sufficient intruder protection.
I bought the scissors. They are now in my knitting bag.
Cutting yarn has never been this cool...or dangerous!