I’m short. I’ve always been short. I didn’t like it when I was younger, but now I’ve grown accustomed to it and even appreciate it being one of my more defining traits.
In my world, there’s always an excuse for a Full House reference.
But one of the biggest downsides to being short is that my pants are usually too long. Sometimes I take them to the dry cleaner for hemming, but I really don’t enjoy doing that. It’s an extra errand, it costs money and I always have a fear that strangers are going to lose or damage my clothes (maybe I should just stop reading Yelp reviews for dry cleaners). Most of the time, I just try to find pants that “work,” which means they’re still a smidge too long and drag on the ground just enough to be annoying.
Sew Lindsay, Sew! 