For my birthday this year Mom gave me a pair of manicure scissors. But mind you, they weren't just any pair of scissors! This pair was purchased in Los Angeles, CA in 1957.
The story is that grandma had traveled from Iowa to California shortly after I was born to see her newest granddaughter. Being the particular person that she was, she insisted Mom have a better pair of scissors with which to cut my tiny little nails. So, she walked around the corner to a drugstore and purchased this pair. She then proceeded to instruct Mom (as mother's do) NOT to lose those scissors as she paid $25.00 for them. And $25.00 was a lot of money in 1957! Well, Mom certainly listened to her as she still had them. I do remember using them all the time at home. How they survived all the moves and years I have no idea, but now they belong to me.