My husband would complain and ask me to change when I would try to wear my holiest jeans out with him. And I could understand why. My entire left thigh was exposed. I certainly couldn't wear them to work on casual Friday. I couldn't trash them because they were my favorite pair in terms of how they fit me. So, I bought some cute fabric, stitched them up and voila'... no more skin.
Patched up jeans, white T, silver ballet flats
...and nosy cats.