I’ve been growing my hair out since April but it was getting haphazard and difficult to deal with. I didn’t want to be messing around with it while we’re camping so I caved and went for a trim after work.
How is it that one says to the hair stylist, "Hi, I’m trying to grow my hair out, so please don’t take much off. I just need a little shape at the back." and the stylist hears, "Please cut my hair really short. No really, I’d like it to only be an inch on the top."
Summary: If you see me, please don’t mention my haircut or I will kill you.
Then I went home and refashioned some old jeans. Leeanne and I had been in the Gap at lunch and I was inspired. I would have just bought theirs since they were on sale, but they didn’t have them in my size. First I cut them into capris, then I used my seamripper and removed one of the back pockets. I then totally plagiarized the sunset design that was on the Gap jeans and started embroidering it where the back pocket used to be. Sorry Gap Inc., perhaps I wouldn’t be ripping you off if you had given me a job in your Canadian headquarters when I asked you nicely for one last spring.
FYI: Embroidering on garments that are already sewn together is a massive pain in the ass. For many other reasons besides the fact that I was drinking a beer at the time. I didn’t have any metallic embroidery thread so my jeans don’t have as high a ratio of the shiny, happy Gap appeal as the originals. I still thought they were looking pretty decent though until I proudly held them up for Kevin to see when he got home from softball whereupon he said, "I’m sure they’ll look great when they’re finished," while giving me a look that clearly stated, "You are fucked in the head."
After some questioning, I determined that essentially it was inconceivable to him that one would intentionally remove a pocket from a pair of jeans. "Where are you going to put your stuff?" he asked, concerned. Well, I’m not sure, but I was thinking I might go completely wild and put my stuff in the other pocket! I think they’ll turn out fine. I mean, who are we to doubt the Gap’s vision? They’re the frigging Gap for crying out loud.
So now bets are on as to whether or not I will actually finish this project. I hope I do – I am in somewhat dire need of summer clothes that don’t resemble potato sacks. These are actually a little big, but not potato sack big like my summer pants from last year, and you know, they’re free, so whatever.