A Notion to Retire

Over the years I have managed to dull or break every seam ripper I own, with the exception of this cheap little plastic one that belonged to my mom (the one at the bottom of the pic.) Yet after something like sixty years of service, the blade finally grew dull, and there's no way to sharpen it. I've struggled on using it as it is because it was Mom's, but my hands aren't thanking me for that. Finally I invested in a new seam ripper/stiletto combo tool (in the little purple bag.)

The two-in-one tool is really beautiful, has a nice weight to it, and is self-capping. To use the ripper or the stiletto, you just have to pull out and reverse the ends.

I got this from Quill and Hive on Etsy. It was a bit pricey, but I wanted to invest in a better ripper, too, to save my hands.

As for my mom's old seam ripper, it's been with me too long to toss out, so now it will retire to my antique sewing box.

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