What’s one thing worse than hemming a pair of pants?
Hemming the same pair a second time.
I bought a couple of pairs of pants a month or two ago and hemmed them. The first pair was the perfect length when I was finished. The second pair? Not so much.
By an inch.
An inch too long meant that I stepped on the back hem. Every. Single. Step. Every. Single. Time.
I’ve known about this for at least a month but I HAD to do something about it last night. Procrastination is my middle name. I’m headed to my aunt’s house after work today for a luncheon she, my sister, and I are going to tomorrow.
Plan A Outfit was a dress. I love wearing dresses. I dislike wearing pantyhose and with coolish weather and my brilliant-white legs, pantyhose is a necessity.
Plan B Outfit involved the above mentioned pants.
So out came the scissors, ironing board, needle and thread. A two-and-a-half inch hem was a bit too much for a pair of pants. But a three-and-a-half inch hem was more than I could deal with so I cut off an inch. You know, in case I grew and needed to let the hem down.
Or made them too short.