I’m in a semi decent mood today, and it really didn’t take much – a lot of my jeans are at the point where they can’t be worn. Maybe it’s the way I walk, I don’t know, but eventually my jeans develop holes in the crotch that I can get away with for a while, but eventually the hole is big enough that it’s just not going to work. In the past, that’s been the time that I went shopping for new pants. I really hate clothes shopping, so a multiple pant failure like I’m facing right now is really depressing, not to mention costly. You might be screaming the obvious answer out, but it really didn’t occur to me up to today. I’ve never done much sewing. Still, I’m reasonably educated, not a total clutz with my hands, and I figure I’ve got a shot at having some of the same basic skills that an Indonesian 12 year old has. I picked up a needle and thread, and hot damn! My pants are good as new, except they’re already broken in. I didn’t even stab myself. If this works out, I’ll take care of the other 3 or 4 pairs. I’m so proud of myself it’s really hard to resist the urge to tell people to look at my crotch. As it is I’ve been inspecting it far more than usual…