A few weeks ago I realized that every single pair of jeans I own had ripped knees. And I’m not talking about the cool, threadbare spot at the knee that’s soft, comfortable and somehow stylish. I’m talking about gashes that stretch across the knee and rip even farther every time you bend down to tie your shoe.
Since I’m a cheapskate, buying new jeans wasn’t an option (yet). I decided it was time to patch my jeans.
So I did. I went through my wife’s pile of scraps and found a fun pattern. A little flowery, but still cool and manly. I slapped it on my jeans, did my best Frankenstein stitching, and voila! My jeans are ready to go another six months.
Not too shabby, if I do say so myself. My jeans are good to go and contrary to popular belief my manliness is still mostly intact.