Stapled Pants & Labor Day Sale!

September 3, 2012

{I thought I posted this at 1pm today…. so I am already home from shopping… WOOPS! Here it goes anyways…}

I am off to go shopping for “teacher clothes.”

I am sad to say I am a 25 year old woman with a wardrobe filled with jeans, tshirts, and plenty of sundresses, but very few “teacher clothes.”
I need a professional revamp.
This occurred to me when last week I put on my one and only pair of black dress pants and half way through the school-day I realized there were 6 shiny staples holding up the hem of my right pant leg.
Yes…. last year the hem fell out and my 25-year old brain thought, “I don’t know how to sew and I don’t have money for new pants… so staples – they’ll work just fine!”
I am 25 and a half now…. much wiser.
I will buy new pants now.
Which is good because there is a LABOR DAY SALE!
I only buy things on sale.
So, as I head out the door I thought I would throw a Labor Day sale in my TPT store as well!


{Thanks Hadar, for the adorable button!}

Everything in my store is 20% off today and tomorrow!

Happy shopping 🙂

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  • Bwahahahahaha . . . I am 32 and I have a pair of shorts with the hem stapled. I can't sew either and it seemed so dang logical at the time 🙂 On a related and so much more mature note, how'd ya fair in the school clothes shopping department?? What did ya get? Banana and J Crew cleaned my bank account out last week. Miss ya 🙂

    Kelley Dolling
    Teacher Idea Factory

  • I'm 40 and I still staple and safety pin my hems. In fact I was very embarrassed to have my cleaner leave me a note that she had taken my skirt that had the zipper pinned to the skirt with a safety pin and she was going to mend it. Did I have any other clothes that needed mending? Did I what!!! The pile was very big that I left her the next week. Bless her I could not live without her.
    Tania
    Mrs Poultney's Ponderings