Hubby did it again. Looked in the kitchen drawer and in the space occupied by my faithful scissors (which could be officially classed as antiques I am told) there was a yawning chasm. He'd put them somewhere AGAIN.
In a fit of pique, I thought he could then buy me some new ones, and these are the ones I chose. And they stunned me.
I chose the CONTROL scissors as I have issues with my grip (dropsies) and thought that something that had 'control' in the title might help - and boy does it ever. No more shiny plastic slipping from fingers, there is a comfortable, easy grip, and after several dozen uses, I have yet to drop them. They are sharp, do as they are supposed to do (although sadly this pair cannot make a decent cuppa nor iron hubbys shirts...) and have a handy grippy bit in the middle which is a godsend for wrenching off plastic tops from sauce, water and other things I find slippery to do.
They are light, comfortable, and do exactly as they are supposed to with ease. Hubby gets to keep the other scissors I used to have. If, that is, he can find them......