Took out ‘em shears in a moment of (yes, I have to) sheer inspiration. Despite that awkward length in which my knee tends to pop out unwantedly during moments of (seated) rest, I like the result. Must resist the urge to start slashing all pairs in sight. I think you’d be interested to know that these jeans were the only proper fitting pair of pants I brought and I just had to butcher them. Not quite sure now if I should be happy with my obvious lack of self-restraint. You decide?