I believe it was the wise Black Eyed Peas who once said (and I quote): "They say they love my ass in / Seven Jeans, True religion..." Couldn't have said it better myself.
Anyway, remember that recesh that sent our economy flying into a giant pile of shit? Well, some of us mofos are still waiting to get over that, except the problem is -- our gentrified jeans ain't waiting. I'll spare you the details (FINE, my thighs are currently a leeetle too close together -- it's a genetic defect), bottom line: I need someone who can do a decent job fixing my hot pants, preferably without charging up the ass for it.
Thoughts? Suggestions? As always, if you're afraid of the Slope tailor mafia, feel free to go stealth anon.
[ed. note: OH SNAP! I got another tip that Janine is an absolute miracle worker. You can reach her at email@example.com].