Friday, June 11, 2010

Oh dear.

My short-shorts love has bitten me in the ass. Almost literally! You see, even though I'm as vain as a teenage beauty queen, I find very few occasions to check out my bee-hind in a mirror.

I know. What a shame.

Anywho, my favorite pair of paint-stained shorts was feeling a little off, so I turned around to see if something weird was going on in the back. SOMETHING WAS.

Yeah, the conventions of cutoff-making say that you should draw a marker line on your pants and THEN cut them, but I'm normally confident enough to think that I won't flip out and stray away from my mental marker line. That confidence has been all but shattered. I messed up on the inseam of the left leg, so there is a huge chunk of denim that's just missing off a pair of already teeny shorts.

In conclusion, I've been wearing paint-splattered denim underpants out of the house for weeks now. What worse is that it took me this long to notice. I should probably inspect myself a little more carefully before leaving the house so that I don't accidentally depart looking like this lil' lady one day.*

*Except on the days when I'm going for "pornographic disco ball." Happens more often than you might think.

2 comments:

CorinneAndree' said...

http://poorlydressed.com/2010/05/27/fashion-fail-denim-crimes/

you're probably better off not reading the comments - but just know that you're not alone!

Alyssa said...

And I even use Mommy's good sewing scissors to do my cutting...