by Cecile Cinco
Since I started working, I became “addicted” to cutters. As a crafter, that’s not even an issue. Once, as we (with my ex-boyfriend) rode a cozy bus, I put my bag down by my side near the window. I was so sorry I did because when we got hurriedly down because we almost missed the stop, I left my bag with several different cutters plus all my other favorite stuff. The bag was red. The cozy bus was red. The bag “hid” behind the bus’ background.
I’m still “addicted” to cutters. I’d like to buy a box cutter. I think that’s cool. Oh, I’m addicted to knives too.