Back story: DD and DGD are traveling to several colleges for auditions at their music conservatories.
DD: "Mom, could you hem these pants for me before I leave for NYC next Friday?"
Sure, sez I. (She wore them in Cleveland two weeks ago, and the hem on the left leg (shorter by 3/4 of an inch than the right leg) were worn through on the fold from being dragged in the salt they use to melt snow.) So I ripped out the hems and went downstairs to serge-and-hem. BUT... with about a thousand spools of thread and five different shades of gray, I had no matching thread. :-(
Off to JoAnn's...