How I loved that pair of grey jeans. My friends didn't make fun of me nearly as much as they did when I wore other pairs of slim pants. I felt like a new man. My party jeans. Well I partied too hard in these poor guys and ripped a DVD sized hole in my crotch. Every other pair of jeans I own have this same hole. What was I doing wrong? Probably dancing like an idiot, but that's irrelevant.
I had to do something. It being the Christmas season, coupled with the fact that I am moving into a new house, I didn't have extra money for a silly thing like pants. So I whipped out my needle and thread and got "Grandma" all over that jawn. It took me a good hour but I closed it up like a damn surgeon. Most likely it will rip again because I was recently informed that you need to do a certain pattern to ensure a tight hold. I just went back and forth, forth and back, forth and forth, etc. Time will tell, but I got my party jeans back.
Sewing, check.
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