Or, how do YOU keep your family away from the Good Shears?
My good, super-sharp, wonderful Kai shears, purchased at last year's Expo, were AWOL for a couple of days, then turned up ON THE COMPUTER DESK. Where PAPER IS CUT.
DD the Elder (Life Philosophy: It's easier to get forgiveness than permission) was, of course, the culprit. She'd needed some scissors (she HAS scissors! EVERY ONE got utility scissors in their Christmas stocking last year) and maintained that these were the only ones she could find (well, they were right out on my cutting table. Imagine that).
I determined that she probably hadn't done any damage to the shears (as opposed to the time she borrowed my Fiskars to cut floral wire...but that was when she was in, oh, middle school?), then gave her a severe injunction to keep her hands OFF my good shears.
The resulting eye rolling prompted me to use a Sharpie to remind anyone looking for scissors that SOME are Off Limits.
And promptly got me labeled 'Control Freak'....oh, the injustice...
Perhaps another pair of utility scissors should show up in her stocking this year.