But Bow Tie o’ the Day and I are not touching Suzanne’s holy fabric scissors. They are right behind me, next to the sewing machine in Suzanne’s Ultimate SewingBox. I’m not touching them. I’m not thinking about touching them. I’m certainly not using them to cut anything. I’m not even looking at them straight on. I only look at them with my peripheral vision. I would never even snap a photo of them. The flash might disturb them in their precious fabric scissor sleep. And I sure as heck don’t get this close to ’em if Suzanne’s in the room. That would make her too nervous. But do you know what’s funny? Suzanne had no problem with me holding the fabric scissors when I stood in line at JOANN to pay for them.