Random Musings on Household Items

Pinking shears: Very strong memories of my mother's round, baby blue wicker sewing basket. It had a flower painted on the thin, wooden lid. I believe this sewing basket harkens back to my great-grandmother when she got married. I am thrilled that it now sits in the cabinet of my nightstand, patiently awaiting a torn hem or a craft idea. Sometimes, I open it up and sort the thread spools by color or size, or I find again some faded, lacy seam binding that has been in there for 50 years, awaiting use. By the way, why are pinking shears so difficult to cut with? The two blades fight against my pressure, as if I were freeing them from a gluey goo. Every pair I've ever had were like this. My hands would ache within 2 minutes of effort. What do pinking shears really do? Prevent thread unravel? I must google.

Sour Cream "juice": From the container lid - "to reduce 'separation', smooth sour cream flat before closing." Who does this?

Mixers - Do kids still hover around the mixer, waiting for blades to lick? Or have raw egg concerns made that joy extinct? I don't recall having one sick day due to blade licking. Are eggs different now? Were we healthier back then, or was I just lucky? I don't remember anyone ever getting sick from eating raw dough.

Quote of the day: The priest was a difficult man to warm up to, ice cold in the center and blizzardly at the edges. Pat Conroy "Beach Music"
Chosen because I love using temperature to evoke a difficult personality