Emotionally blogging about pants some more.

Shopping for jeans sucks.  It's almost impossible to go to the store and find a couple of pairs of jeans that look good, they're not that shitty ultra-low-waist straight/skinny leg style, that fit well and have decent pockets.  I'm sure you know how I feel about pockets.

But I love my jeans anyway.  Possibly because of that!  There's just something about going through racks of jeans until you find the Perfect Pair.  I get all happy inside when I look in the dressing-room mirror at jeans that look as awesome as they feel.  I love a good pair of jeans.  I can get very emotional when it comes to pants, you see.

And because I love my jeans so much and it's so hard to find a good pair, I'm loathe to throw a pair out.  Even when I've worn them to threads and there are giant holes in them, I think about how comfy they are and how long it took to find them, and I just can't throw them away.  I will wear jeans until I have no other choice to go buy new jeans to replace them, and then I keep both the new and the old jeans.  It's probably a bad habit, because I have like a billion pairs of jeans that are so ragged and worn to bits that I can't wear them unless I decide to become a very odd stripper and I still don't get rid of them.  Maybe I need help or something, who knows?

I sure as hell don't.

But there's this one pair.  This one pair of jeans that I am just so emotional about oh my denim god.  Anybody here read The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants?  I haven't.  But I saw the movie!  Or I saw like half the movie.  Bits and pieces of the movie.  Okay I saw the beginning of it shut up and let me finish.  I have magic pants.

They aren't magic in that they fit whoever tries them on like those weird Sisterhood pants.  Fuck right the hell off, I'm not letting anybody else wear these!  These are mine, get your own magic pants!  Don't you dare come near my jeans, Bruce Banner.

YOU'VE ALREADY GOT MAGIC PANTS ANYWAY JERK

My jeans are magic in that they fit me so well it's almost eerie.  I found them in Value Village for like five bucks, ages ago.  In high school, so probably like four or five years ago.  And I tried them on and it's like a chorus of angels was singing, though it might have been the radio.  They were perfect!  They made my ass look fantastic.  They fit in the waist AND in the leg, which is just like astounding when you're as short as me.  I've never found jeans that fit me in the leg before!  And they made my ass look fantastic.  They had this neat design on the right leg, sort of cut out of the jean all neat to show brown suede-like material sewn underneath, and instead of a zipper they had the same sort of suede material in a string, lacing up the front.  And did I mention that they made my ass look fantastic?  When I die I want to be buried in these jeans, for super serial.

So I got these jeans secondhand and I've been wearing them for like four or five years now.  Obviously, they're starting to get a little worn out.  I noticed last year that the material's getting really thin and a small hole is starting to appear around the crotch-thigh area, where my upper thighs rub together when I walk.  I was literally devastated when I realized that these jeans are not immortal, and I can't wear them for the rest of my life.  Nooooooooooooooooo!!

Or can I?

Well, they probably won't last the rest of my life.  Unless I die tomorrow in a freak trouser explosion or something.  But I can make them last longer!

I decided I didn't want to give up on my favourite jeans.  There had to be some way to fix them, right?  I mean, I couldn't think of any way to successfully patch a crotch without ruining the look of my jeans, but maybe there's some sort of trick out there for it.  So I started googling!  TO THE SEARCHMOBILE

NOT EXACTLY WHAT I HAD IN MIND BUT OK

First thing I found was Denim Therapy.  Apparently I send them my jeans and some money and they will fix my damaged pants.  I put it on my list of things to Consider.  Maybe to some people it would sound crazy to be willing to pay somebody what will probably end up being a fairly substantial amount of money to repair a five-dollar pair of jeans from a thrift store.  In which case, what have you been reading up till now because it probably wasn't this blog post.  YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND MY DENIM LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE

But anyway.  If I couldn't find any other options I would probably end up going for Denim Therapy, but I'd rather save that money and fix them myself if it turns out to be possible.  Hey I said I'd be willing to pay someone to fix my jeans, not that I want to do it.  Luckily for me, I kept searching and found a couple of answers!

The most common one is "make a patch."  Usually of another layer of same-colour denim or a funky-looking patch of another colour, material, or pattern.  That would probably work for the knee or something, if there was a hole there, but for my crotch?  It sounds like it would end up being ugly and bulky and uncomfortable, since the jeans are fairly tight.  I have a few pairs of jeans that I can rescue with this patch-method, but I doubt it would work for my magic jeans.

And then I found this.  It is exactly, perfectly what I need to save my favourite pair of jeans from becoming totally unwearable.  It's perfect!  It's incredible, fantastic, amazing, it's intastimazing!  I had no idea that I could fix my jeans in such a clean, tidy-looking way!  I'd settled for getting the hole in my jeans patched up in an awkward but serviceable way, so they look slightly less awesome but I can wear them again.  It's like magic!  I can save my magic pants with magic sewing!  Thank you, Google!  Now let's party.  TURN THE MUSIC UP AND DANCE, MOFOS