My spoiled 15-year-old granddaughter brought me a pair of Hollister jeans, labeled "destroyed" when I bought them for her. Trouble is, she takes the scissors to them when she gets 'em home, and they fray to new levels---to a level with no crotch, a level of indecency, and resembling a banana peel in 16 pieces. Putting them together is like working a jigsaw puzzle. She told me not to touch anything but the crotch, just so she wouldn't get sent home from school. I spent 3 miserable, overwhelming hours putting those suckers together, broke my machine, and had to hand-feed nearly every stitch. I ended up reinforcing every hole so they would fray no further and seaming up some that I just couldn't leave as they were. I was sweating bullets when I took them over to her house so she could wear them to school the next day. I held my breath as she held them up and inspected them, then was tickled to death with what I'd done. Whew, what a relief!
I don't buy all my grandkids' clothes, but when I do, I treat them to Hollister. It's my perogative as a grandma to spoil them now & then, and they love it!