Don't Buy Petite

Fall Break: My Greek odyssey is over. The Reunion at Bear Lake is over. And I have a couple of days to regroup. Fall break, which used to be Utah Education Association Conference, until they noticed that the teachers were not spending UEA at UEA, is the time that teachers and faculty catch up on the things that other people do on a regular basis. Like mending, organizing the coat room and doing the dishes. It took me two and a half days to complete my list of tasks and I am now relaxing with a cup of Tension Tamer tea. I remodeled a pair of jeans today that I got on sale because they were petites. My legs (which I discover EVERYTIME I buy bargain petite pants), are longer than women who are petite. Since they were pricey even on sale, I told myself I could lengthen them, maybe even with a strip of coordinating but eye catching fabric. I found the perfect fabric and proceeded to add a couple of inches. It took me two hours to do one leg. That leg looked dorky. But maybe if I skinnied up these jeans, they would be stylin'. So the next step was to take the jeans in about 3 inches everywhere, and to get both sides even. (Harder than it sounds, especially for what I call eyeball sewers. I am one of those rare people with fabulous visual memory, so I figure I can eyeball the seams and then sew them fairly accurately from memory). That's why I had skinny jeans up to my hips and then a kind of a ballooning effect around the hips. Maybe, even though I don't have a horse, I could wear them horse back riding. I would need a long coat, black, shiny high top boots, an English hat and a whip to do that. So...........That's why it took another two hours, not counting ripping out stitches time. Well, OK. I exagerrate. That's counting ripping out stitches time. At any rate, I now have four hours into these pants. Lengthening the other leg went much smoother and before I knew it (yeah, right) I had a pair of really groovy black skinny jeans with black and white houndstooth around the ankles. They look really good, even though everyone I asked said, "Lose the houndstooth." I stayed true to my intuitive fashion sense. I'm going to my closet right now to see how many outfits I can make with them. I am so happy and not a little proud that I designed and put together these one of a kind jeans. But deep down I want to scream, "SOMEONE REMIND ME NOT TO BUY PETITE EVER AGAIN!"