Gotta Give Props When Props Are Due

Over the break I was at a store and found a pair of pants I liked. I purchased them because they were on sale and I really liked touching the material. The problem was, they were too long in the leg.

As I got back to Los Angeles, I was confronted with finding a tailor and was reminded of Cindy's blog entry.

Today, I went in search of this maestro into the back shops of Chinatown, finally finding her, hidden behind loads of cheesy clothes and showed her my pants. I explained, "I want the seam at the bottom the exact same."

She said in broken English, "I have to cut pants."

I said, "I know, but can you make it look the same..."

She nodded and had me try on the pants to get a measurement.

I gave her the pants and she told me to come back in 20 minutes. I though, jeez, only 20 minutes, I expected a day at least. I walked around Chinatown and got a Cha Siu Bao and Sprite.

I came back and she gave me the pants. Perfect seam. Even better than the original. The Italians who made the pants don't have nothing on this women. I figure pants shortening, on the high side, could cost up to $15. She raises her hand, $4. I wish I had more long pants.