Orange You Glad?

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Orange You Glad?

Fiskars launched their original, orange-handled scissors forty-five years ago. It seems those classic scissors have always been with us, and in my case, they have.

I remember my first encounter. They were lying in my mother’s sewing box, their orange handles gleaming like a beacon. I wanted them for a project, but I knew if my mom caught me with her “good scissors” outside her sewing room, I was in big trouble. I would either forget to put them back, or cut paper and other stuff which dulled the blades. So, her Fiskars were off limits.

Now, as a mother, I realize why.

I thought I’d try a gentler approach and share, so I bought several pair now located throughout our house. There are the original ones in my sewing box (a re-purposed tackle box) along with a pair of pinking shears. Then, there’s the garden shears in the knife caddy in the kitchen. I have a pair of the Cuts+More™ scissors in my garden bucket. Plus, there’s another pair of the garden shears in my top desk drawer--way in the back--but don’t tell my kids about them. Like my mother, I have my own hidden stash.


My oldest daughter, now eighteen, had a thing for cutting paper and other things--like her hair--when she was younger. I tried giving her kiddie scissors, but she grew bored with their dull and short blades. At six, she wanted to cut and design things. One year, she shaped the hair of every Barbie doll she owned along with own hair. It seems inverted, triangle-shaped bangs were in fashion that year. I made her promise if she would leave hair styling to the experts, I would give her her own pair of Fiskars scissors along with a shoebox of fabric pieces and interesting papers to cut. It worked. I’m pleased to say she never cut her own hair again.


My youngest daughter, twelve, another creative type, loves to cut reams of paper so she got her own pair of Fiskars scissors and a collection of decorative paper and design pens one birthday. She guards those scissors like the Crown Jewels, but her watchfulness over her own pair didn’t extend to mine. If I can’t locate my scissors, I always look first in her room. Just yesterday, I found three pair.

Hence, the desk drawer with my hidden pair. Sssh . . . don’t tell.


I think between the five of us in this family, there are a dozen pair of orange-handled, Fiskars scissors of various types. I’m not saying you should buy your own children scissors, but I’m glad I did. It made for fewer fights and calmer children who still can work quietly for a long time with some paper, scissors, pens and glue.

How about you? How have the original Fiskars changed your life?