Today’s title comes from the Meatloaf song you know you’re humming right about … now. :)
Yes, we’re talking alterations and repairs. I had the above pants since November. Someone from work asked me to shorten her pants; unfortunately, I said yes. Her poor pants sat around my room for months. Months! I dabbled on them, but could not bring myself to tackle the job seriously … while I managed to make a bazillion other things. Finally, she said, ‘give them back’. Well, I’m no alterationist, but I love a good deadline, so I banged them out over a weekend.
The task at hand was shortening three jeans and two pants to fit a woman every inch of 4’10. Yeah. I’ve never taken seven inches off the hem of anything without making it indecent, but she said everything fit her perfectly!
Shortening the trousers was a pain — does anyone else not like shortening trousers? Or is it my M.O. that sucks? I let out the original hem, mark the new hem and new fold line, trim, press, and then hand sew the hem. Suuuuuuucks. But, I started to get pretty good at the catch stitch, so that’s good. Both pairs of pants were wool with lycra, which made no sense to me, and made it trickier to hand sew them. One pair stretched if you merely looked at it, the other was less stretchy but still … I had to sit very still and manipulate the work as little as possible as I took my tiny catch stitches. That being said, why does a fabric which can bend and stretch and be molded need lycra in it? Am I being dense?
The other work, that I actually preferred, was shortening the jeans. It was scary to do because I was trying to keep the original hem using the European hem method, and I’d never done it on denim. (Tried it once on a stable poly/rayon/lycra skirt and it came out decently.) It worked great! I highly recommend this method of shortening jeans. It’s so fun, and satisfying, and if you have a serger you can finish and trim the excess inside the jean all in one fell swoop. If your machine blind hems well, you can then hem it in place. I don’t have a serger or a blind hemmer, so I pinked the excess and tacked it through all layers at the side seams.
Oh, and I also hammered the heck out of the hem from the inside to flatten out the bulk. My little noodle arms got tired. :-p I definitely thought I was much, much stronger than that. But I did develop a more useful muscle: the ability to say no to alteration requests. So far I’ve managed to deflect one alteration job! Just call me…uh…hm. What’s a super strong female superhero who is not connected with a man as a sister/mother/wife/sidekick/etc? Wonder Woman? Storm?