I love pinking shears. If I had my way, I'd pink anything in sight. When I was little, I even asked my mother to pink my bangs. Sadly, she didn't, but that would've rocked. I was so pleased when my mother-in-law gave me these shears belonging to her mother. They were still in the box, with "May 29, 1963" written in pencil on the side. They look to never have been used and cut beautifully. I love bits of family history like this. They lend character and somehow bring you closer to those you never knew.
I still owe you pictures from last week's yard sale adventures. I'm headed to a few more sales tomorrow, so I hope to have plenty to show you next week. Please check back! Have a lovely weekend, everyone!