I found a tailor who promises to stop my beige trousers sagging– she’s from Ukraine, and when we were arranging pickup, she said, “You call first. You call,” she paused and looked me in the eye, “And you say, ‘how are my pants?’”
Saturday, 8 March 2008
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you must tell us how the pants turn out... my pants are very well, thank you for asking =)
So many things I could say about this post, but it will suffice to say that it brings back so many memories of the k-house. Also seems that Jes and I are going to be vulnerable to stray pants comments when we return.
Hope she doesn't find your blog. She sounds like someone who shouldn't be trifled with - she controls your pants.
Stretchy, thank you, 'cause I'm too cheap and lazy to mess with tailors. But yours sounds like a hoot!
IMPORTANT PANTS UPDATE: she did a very nice job. If you need a tailor, I recommend her.
Timothy, I can't tell you how happy it makes me to be able to mess with your brain in retaliation now.
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