The story that goes with my picture, and was going to be written on it (and may still), is about how much these scissors mean to me. In 1984, I was accepted to go to the National 4-H Congress in Chicago. This trip, for me, was HUGE. While we were there, we were given gifts by different sewing item manufacturers, but the gift from Gingher of the set of scissors was beyond anything i had expected. It came in a velveteen box with a brass plaque WITH MY NAME ENGRAVED ON IT. ehem. They were (and are) so shiny and sharp. I could not even have afforded to buy them at the time, but to have them presented in such a beautiful way meant so much to my teenage princess self. They are still cherished.
