Admin Post I had a pair of jeans that the hole in the knee was so out of control that I decided to just make them into cutoffs. I would never wear cutoffs out, but I will wear them around the house, cut the yard, replace the ceiling fan, etc. This was probably the first time in 30 years that I've made cutoffs, and as I began the first cut with the orange-handled scissors, my mind became flooded with memories which I have not thought about in a very, very long time. When I was a kid, making cutoffs was the traditional ushering in of summer. It was the acknowledgement that school was out, and that these jeans that were too long for me last fall are now too short to be useful for anything but being cut off and worn as shorts. I was also reminded of the trying process of trying on jeans at Sears... "Rustlers" I think they were called. They were so thick that I'm fairly certain they were legitimately fire retardant. And they had "Tough Skin Knees" that were double thick even. And for some reason my grandmother always went with us, and between mom and grandmother... one of them was going to "check to make sure there was enough room in the crotch" ??? But as the school year passed, my jeans became more and more worn in, better feeling, more comfortable (even in the crotch).. and sometime after Thanksgiving I could stop rolling them up because I had grown into them. And after Spring Break I was starting to show a little ankle... which was not a cool look with my soccer cleats that I wore to school every day. But now, the Texas temps have punched through the triple digit barrier, and it's time to cut those jeans legs off... ride my Schwinn Stingray over to Greg's house and eat PB&J's for lunch, wait 30 minutes, then his mom would take us to the public pool, where I could buy a Fanta Orange in the tall-boy glass bottle for 30 cents.