My sister called me a couple of days ago, and asked it my machine (trusty old Singer 401A) would "sew through denim, like a jeans hem". I said, "Sure, I shorten jeans for [younger DD] all the time!" She asked how much I would charge her to shorten some jeans which were several inches too long. I replied, "C'mon, you're my SISTER, I won't charge you anything!" (Mom taught us both how to sew, I'm the one who loves it, she hates it.) Besides, it's not like I'd have to rip out the old hem: if they are several inches too long, just whack them off and hem them, right?
THEN she explained that she was inquiring on behalf of her daughter-in-law, wife of my least favorite nephew. Grrrrrr. :-| But I (graciously) told her to have her DIL come on over, I'd mark the jeans and hem them for free.
Dear-niece-in-law arrives with two (count ''em, TWO) pair of jeans, one three inches too long, the other a bare hem-depth (which means unpicking the existing hem) too long. So I had her try both pair on, marked the new hem, and almost as an afterthought wondered aloud if they had been laundered yet. She, "No, why?" I, "Well, because, once I cut them off and hem them, if they shrink there's no way to fix them." So I sent her home to run them through her normal washing procedure. I'm still waiting for her to come back.
Anyone wondering why I usually *refuse* alterations?
Beverly