I’ll grant that maybe kitchen shears weren’t a thing in the 1920s, but… marshmallows. If I had pearls, I’d be clutching them.
It’s a natural law of the universe that no matter how many pairs of cheap scissors you populate your house with, someone will find the good pair and use it inappropriately. My mother isn’t even that much of a serious sew-er (seamstress?) and I still remember catching hell for using her good sewing scissors to cut just paper when I was a kid.
