Zigzag

My French sucks as well as my tailoring. I bought a couple of pairs of jeans with a 34 inch inseam. Still, they are too short, so I decided that I could do the job. First I picked the seams, then, armed with the only thread I could find (purple), and my sewing machine, I dove right in. For some odd reason, the darn sewing machine wouldn't budge from the zigzag setting. So, my hems are purple and zigzagged, nice, very classy, especially with the added irregularity of my sewing technique. On another note, there was a message on my answering machine today. . .my coat was ready to be picked up. I actually got my MIA coat back. It was finished, and seems to be in good condition. Faith in humanity is restored. Woohooo! (It must have been the letter, thanks for the nudge, Bub). Oh, I also did my yearly "I think I need bangs". . . I cut them myself, as usual, I am disappointed, and frustrated, they look awkward. Every year I do this. Why don't I learn? Oh well, hair grows.