I hate shopping for jeans because I haven't lost the weight I want to lose yet, and all those extra calories tend to take up an extended stay at my butt and thigh motels. I wish they would check-out and move north to my boobs... there are always vacancies there.
I'm no seamstress, and that's for sure. So fixing them is out of the question. My husband who does automotive collision repair can sew better than I can, and that's no joke. He's proven it many times. How can that be?!? The man who thinks the hole in the crotch of my jeans is an easy access point (think about it... ..... .... that's right) can sew better than I can!
So, I guess it's off to the mall tomorrow to scour the endless stores filled with manequins who would look good in a potato sack to find a pair of jeans that fit. UGH!