I mentioned last Friday that I was taking mt pants in to get hemmed.  I don’t know why but I was very weirded out by the whole thing.  I have never had anything professionally altered before.  Even my wedding dress was altered by my mother in law.

I found a place online that seemed ok, for as much as you can tell online. I walk in and there is a tiny lady hunched over a sewing machine and just buried in fabric.  The whole store is just one big pile of fabric, clothes, and string.  I walk up to her and tell her I need my pants hemmed.  She barely speaks English but I figure out she wants me to put them on so she can measure them.  When I immerge from the rickety cardboard dressing room she points to a plywood platform in front of a mirror.  I stand on it and she pins up the bottom of my pants with lighting speed.

When I left I couldn’t help but feel incredibly wealthy.  Not only can I afford a brand new pair of pants, but I can also afford to have them customized.  Getting these pants hemmed only cost $12, but the fact that I can spend money on something like that made me feel so grateful.  I don’t know if this makes sense.  I’ve certainly spent more than $12 before.  It’s not the dollar amount, it’s the luxury, I guess.

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