A friend of mine recently stated “I’ve only had one wish for my daughter – that she have long legs.”
I totally understood where she was coming from. I inherited my little stumpy legs from my mother who used to comment wistfully “That girl’s got legs up to her armpits.” Growing up around a dance studio, we saw a lot of that actually. My middle sister inherited my Dad’s long lankiness and her ballet extensions…wow… She was an elegant natural. Me? It didn’t matter how perfect my form was (although it never was)…I was never going to achieve those beautiful lines. Because my legs, they are short.
So. I went jeans shopping the other evening. I found a pair that I actually LIKED. I liked how they fit through the waist and hips. I liked how they felt. But the only length in stock was “Regular”….which was approximately 4 inches too long.
(Yes tailors, hemmed, blah blah blah. I needed a pair I could wear the next day.)
I finally found some that I didn’t absolutely hate. They were labeled as “average” length but they were okay. I purchased them, put them on the next morning and went to work where a coworker informed me that my brand new jeans had a rip in them. Actually it looked like they had gotten between a box and a cutter. I kept my jacket on the rest of the day and took them back last night to exchange.
This morning I put on my new-new jeans. The jeans that are identical in size, length, brand. According to the tag, they are exactly the same as the ones I picked up Wednesday (minus the tush exposing rip).
Annnnd….they’re too long by about an inch or two. I keep stepping on the hem. I hear them dragging on the ground when I walk.
Anyone (currently or formerly local) have recommendations for a good tailor in town?


