I buy jeans with my own lifetime guarantee. They should last for my lifetime.
Now, this doesn't mean that I believe jeans never change. We all need to change and grow...become worn, even.
I spend a lot of time on my knees, because it's best to talk to little ones on their level. And they all have a ways to go before they see straight across into my eyes. Just the action of bending--to get baking items out of the lower cabinet, to see if that vacuum is picking up the dirt under the bed, to weed out the green varmints in the garden--causes wear on the fabric.
Worn jeans, even if they sprout tears, are still worthy for wear, per my guarantee. But, they are not always practical to wear in that condition, which is why I also believe in patches.
Not satisfied with the store brand iron-ons (which don't provide the kind of coverage I need), I started making my own heart patches and embroidering them on my jeans. This involves ripping out the outer leg seam of the jeans and putting it back in. Using multiple functions on the sewing machine gives it a good workout!
Unfortunately, even the best intentions sometimes fall apart at the seams, or the patches. Sometimes, you have to take that last-resort option: Throw them out.
My dear friend Kelly offered me solace. "They have stores for that."
She would know. She helped me buy jeans the last time I went to the store. Showed me that I could remember the size and style I bought and find the same in other stores. Wow, what a concept. But that meant shopping.
If you have been following my blog for awhile, you know that I'm a little funny about clothes shopping. I don't shop well...for clothes...for me. But, this particular blog is not about my shopping aversion therapy treatments. [Kelly is laughing!]
There had to be an alternative. A way to get new jeans but not go to the jeans store for them. Thinking...thinking...sewing machine needs a workout. AHA!
A custom-fitted pair of jeans. $5 in fabric and supplies (at Wal-Mart on a regular trip).
Ah, patches. Parting is such sweet sorrow.
(And two pair beats one, even outside of Atlantic City!)