When you’re short (and B and I are) it’s a real pain to wear jeans that are too long for you. Best case scenario they bunch up like in the picture below, worst case scenario you step on them, which leads to both tripping and tracking filth. In either case my unequivocal response would be “YUCK”.
After fixing all my jeans and most of my B’s, I feel like a superhero. I know hemming jeans is not the most creative exercise but it’s the closest I’ve come to doing anything remotely related to crafting in a looonng time. It was very much worth the tears of boredom I shed, B is crazy happy and can’t stop giving me raves. Me does the Rocky dance.
