It has come to my attention that I own a bunch of cute scissors. I’m not sure how or when it happened. I was never consciously aware that I had a thing for scissors, but I must. Why else would I have so many? Over the past few years they have just sprouted up out of no where…
Now that I realize I have a problem I’m cutting myself off. No one needs this many scissors. It’s just ridiculous.
Just call me Amanda Scissorhands.
Have you ever accidentally collected something?