So today like so many other women I woke up and had absolutely nothing to wear in a closet (ok a floor full of clothes). The only career acceptable pants hanging and not wrinkled to geriatric perfection were about 6 inches too long for me. Why would I buy pants so ill fitting on a 5' frame? Easy they were on clearance for .82 cents and anyone knows that Lane Bryant pants can easily run into the $80 a pair range now. So I bought them thinking the $6 hemming job would be well worth it. Problem is I never actually took them to the tailor, I hung them up in my closet and thought about taking them even went so far as to get a coupon for 20% tailoring but alas I did not.
So this morning being an inventive and awesome person I tried to use the fashion tape I had lying around from my travel kit. For anyone whose every worked with this kind of tape, you know there's a learning curve, so half a roll later with many tiny angrily balled up pieces my pants sorta fit as long as I was careful enough not to let my shoe catch the cuff and pull on the pant leg. If this were the end of the story I would count it as a success however....at lunch the saga continued.
After burning my microwavable made to taste like lasagna in a lab lunch, I decided to try to purchase food stuffs that did not come from a mad scientist. I noticed a sushi joint and as I got out of the car I stepped all over my pant cuffs and the tape came half way off and now I'm forced to walk into an trendy Portland sushi joint looking like I'm trying to revive the Scarface look, it's 98 degrees outside my car's AC and the tape is drooping, soon I'm going to have pull off looking like one of the seven dwarfs. Luckily they held up through lunch and a few staples fixed it until I got home, needless to say I'm going to the tailors this weekend...maybe.