Really and truly? I figured as much, seeing as my greatest super power at my parents' house is a combination of "it's never ever easy" and discovering something that makes
people me shout, "eeeuuuw, what's that!"
This time around I've had such Nancy Drewish adventures as:
- "The Great Mold Adventure"
- "Rust Be Gone"
It's the last (for now, the visit is still young-ish) that I had to fight with for my haircut.
Apparently, everyone (but my mom, whose professional shears they were) is happy to use whatever scissors they can lay their hands on to trim their locks. Well, what can I say, they are all boys and my mom has kept her hair super short for forever and um, can't reach where her scissors were relegated to, possibly since the last time she gave me a haircut (2001 I believe).
So when I pulled them out, I was not all that surprised to find them all rusted solid. Instead of fighting to see if I could salvage any of them via soap and scrubber, I borrowed the car and visited our local hardware store.
Unlike the craft store, they were super well stocked and even helpful! Though, being my father's daughter, I decided to roam the aisles on my own to find the Naval Jelly and Barkeeper's Friend. See people, years of being the fencing team's armoury chick, and having to wash stainless steel pots and pans that have seen better days on a sailboat have armed me with lots of rust knowledge. Besides, the scissors were so gone that I knew if I broke them there'd be no great loss.
Hours later...okay, maybe one at most, I was able to salvage my mom's "Arbolito" scissors. To give you an idea of how um, aged they are? The manufacturer stopped making/shipping/selling shears to the US about 20 years ago. Vintage!
And still sharp enough to cut off 15 inches worth of hair (four semi-easy snips as I had to divide up the hair into pony tails) for Locks of Love.
My baby brother thinks I look super young with short tresses. At my age...isn't that the goal? :)