You can imagine my concern when my cargo pants, a key component of my professional wardrobe, got torn. How, you ask, did these pants get torn? That, my friends, is a story for another day.

This story is about how I repaired them and thereby saved THIS day.

Before:

These pants were tore up from the floor up. I looked at them in despair where they lay wadded on the floor of my closet beside several ratty tshirts from the Goodwill that I have not quite worked up the nerve/apathy/seniority to wear to work. I thought to myself- I am a fixer. I am a problem solver. I am a saver-of-the-day. And I am going to save these pants too.

Now back in college a dyke friend of mine made much of the fact that she came to college with a toolbox and I came to college with a sewing kit. Well at this moment, my nail gun did not come to my rescue, or the rescue of my pants, but my trusty sewing kit (you can get them for under $1 from any reputable grocery store) did.

So basically, I dedicated several hours to the project of sewing up this gaping hole in my pants. In my britches, as we say here in Virginia. Now, my hands shaking with the strain, my fingers bleeding from the effort, I have results.

And here they are:

Good things are worth working for.