That moment when you look on the floor and find the patches you ironed onto your jeans...

As a somewhat "thick woman," I tend to carry most of my weight in my lower region. Unfortunately, my thick thighs rub together resulting in many pairs of ruined jeans. Last month I ran across a pair of jeans I stopped wearing due to thigh damage. I thought to myself, rather than toss a pair of perfectly good pants, I need to think of a solution to repair the areas ruined by my thigh rubbing. And so I did...IRON-ON PATCHES. 

So last week, I tried out my great idea of iron-on patches. I arrived at work and went about my day. After breakfast, I noticed the edges of the patches lifting off my jeans and starting to roll up.  After a few more hours of walking the edges rolled more. I started to panic...just a little. I started walking slower, clinching my thighs together to keep the patches from rolling any further. I'm sure that was a sight to behold. At one point I tried to glue the patches to my pants with Elmer's glue.  FAIL.

Towards the end of the day, I walked out of my classroom into the pod to retrieve some papers off the printer. When what to my wondering eyes should appear...MY PATCHES lying listlessly on the floor. In one swift move I scooped them up and went about my business. Needless to say the damn patches failed to get the job done. Any suggestions???