We go through jeans in this household like most people go through paper towels. Last time I bought a pair for Olivia they lasted three weeks before she blew out the knees. This offends me for a number of reasons. First of all, I despise going to the mall. Second of all, I despise going to the mall with (my) children. And third of all, if I really must venture out shopping with two children in tow, is it really too much to expect for a pair of jeans to last longer than it took to buy them?
So. I have this pile of old jeans. Most of which still fit Olivia around the waistline, even though she has outgrown them height-wise. I also have a sewing machine, which I "borrowed" six years ago from my mother. Enter Operation Denim Make-Over...
A professional seamstress I am not, so the skirt's not winning any awards for construction. But I had fun experimenting. And, best of all, no children, mothers, and/or innocent mall personnel were harmed in this endeavor. I did manage to break a sewing machine needle, but that's beside the point. (Get it? Beside the *point*? Yeah, I know. That was bad.)
