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As you treat your body, so your house, your domestics, your enemies, your friends. Dress is a table of your contents.
What does one wear when one goes to give one's father hell?
May I request a new uniform? A towel seems inappropriate for the position.
The Lord of Rags and Tatters.
About 25 years ago, I took a bicycle across the United States. I soon found out that the greatest item of clothing was the trusty bandanna. There were dozens of uses for a bandanna - as a pot holder, a chain cleaner, a sun shield, a headband, a snot rag, a declaration of Kerouacian intent.
The Classic Notting Hill junkie, i.e; Armani underwear, Pink's shirt and Burberry belt tourniquets
It's a kilt, dumbass. It's only a skirt if I'm wearing underwear.
The pros and cons of using the apron are likely above my pay grade, but with or without it, the Indy 500 is always going to be an exciting race to watch.
That's a nice tie ... Do you have any knickers in that material?
Let's escape outside," Isabelle suggested. "Do you have any other talents?"
"I bake and garden."
"Do you sew, too?"
Amber nodded. "I sew whenever anger incites me to mutilation."
Isabelle laughed. "One cannot hang for attacking a piece of cloth.
My uniform is sweatpants, so crusted over with dried paint that they're as hard as a table. I wear T-shirts that are also covered in paint, and Crocs.
Who wears white to a knife fight?
Our clothes are too much a part of us for most of us ever to be entirely indifferent to their condition: it is as though the fabric were indeed a natural extension of the body, or even of the soul.
Clothing is ultimately the suit of armor in which we battle the world.
coat that she always
of those clothes.
Garments are our second skin, and the truer of the two for being the one we choose.
row of stitches.
Putting on someone else's clothes is like putting on a mask.
When you quilting up a life, you sometimes got to start with any piece you can get your hands on.
Pantycount for the evening is: 10 thongs, 2 boy shorts, 3 bikini briefs, 1 pair boxer shorts (represent!). There's also something we can't identify which may or may not be some type of bondage gear. You guys are awesome.
I wanted to make at least an effort to impress, so I found my best suit, a Primark special that looked like it had been ironed by a blind man
Covering the essentials, and holds out a larger fluffy white towel
Don't be reluctant about putting on overalls!
I'm a process server, so I have to wear a suit.
Pick up your clothes. I am not your maid. How do I know this? A maid cannot kill you with a tube sock. I can.
When you wear a tattered cloth to a banquet of the honorable, you look weird
I'll take my clothes off - whatever the job requires.
With clothing and fashion, the language changes - the gloves come off, and we all can participate.
A lady's armor is courtesy
Wear an unusual accessory to complete your outfit.
A snap of Rhys's fingers, and my nightclothes - and some flimsy underthings - appeared on the bed. "I couldn't decide which scrap of lace I wanted you to wear, so I brought you a few to choose from."
"Pig," I barked
When a swinging sin is to be committed, there is nothing like a gown and a cassock to cover it.
the leather thong binding his
The leather vests are work vests, supposed to look like factory workers. They're actually the vests we use in the studio when we make jewelry.
You been going through my undies?" I asked. Bruiser's mouth twitched. " 'Cause all I got with me are the travel undies. The leather, silk, and lace stuff is all in the mountains."
"You got leather undies?" Bruiser asked, intrigued. [ ... ]
I smiled, showing teeth. "Nope.
I am worn to a raveling.
khaki utility vests - open portmanteaus
A woman has to have something on or there's nothing to take off.
I hate you, wardrobe. But here is what's going to happen. I will close the doors, say a magic word, open the doors, and you will present me with a suitable evening gown.
Belt leather. Black pepper. Fine lace and bright feather. Tinker in town tonight, gone tomorrow. Working through the evening light. Come wife. Come daughter, I've small cloth and rose water.
My role in all of this is very simple. I make clothing like armor. My clothing protects you from unwelcome eyes.
Ribbons," he said, "should be considered as clothes, which are the mark of a human being. All animals should go naked."
When Boxer heard this he fetched the small straw hat which he wore in summer to keep the flies out of his ears, and flung it on to the fire with the rest.
Once there was a seamstress who could weave fabric from feeling. She sewed gowns of delight: sheer, sparkling, sleek. She cut cloth out of ambition and ardor, idyll and industry.
showered and dressed in jeans and a white eyelet
She strutted into the room, armour-plated in white linen, belligerent as a battleship. The bib of her apron, starched rigid as a board, curved against a formidable bosom on which she wore her nursing badges like medals of war.
her jeans and sleeveless blouse.
Why are you already in clothes?"
"Because If I didn't get something on me, I'd end up saying f being responsible and get inside you with nothing between us.
All this talk of folds and rods and buttons. Are we copulating or sewing draperies?
Almost every labourer has his Sunday suit, very often really good clothes, sometimes glossy black, with the regulation 'chimney pot'. His unfortunate walk betrays him, dress how he will.
Coat to a seamstress in Vegas who specialized in fabric manipulation for magicians. I thought for certain her topit would
suit with a fitted jacket and pencil skirt. It
Twas a clever quibble. Here, a garment for it.
You don't want to be that parent - the one who dresses his kid in a cloth sack when all the other kids are in Armani cloth sacks - especially in a time like ours, when materialism is not only rampant and ascendant but is fast becoming the only game in town.
The soul of this man is his clothes.
What am I going to wear to the Emmys? Something with a tie.
When I don't know what to wear, I wear black lace.
the bed, narrow apple-green draperies at
It was a cream colored trapeze, sleeveless with a keyhole top that may or may not have been showing managerialappropriate cleavage. -Georgina
My uniform is usually just comfortable clothing. Being a stylist, you spend most of the day at photo shoots covered in safety pins.
I check the list. Rubber tubing, gas, saw, gloves, cuffs, razor wire, hatchet, Gladys, and my mitts.
Who are you wearing? Who are you wearing?
There's not a shirt and a half in all my company, and the half
shirt is two napkins tacked together and thrown over the
shoulders like a herald's coat without sleeves.
I am an armor officer.
That makes me think of spandex-covered football players. It's not me. I'm in rhinestones and velvet, not spandex.
Tis not the robe or garment I affect; For who would marry with a suit of clothes?
I question the negative connotations of fabric, of ribbon, of lace. I turn these symbols of our imprisonment around.
But when I'm done with the job I can take it off pretty easy, it's like a suit of clothes, put on something else.
A marriage is a solemn affair. The tempest of emotions and the myriad of arrangements are giddying, and when one is faced with these, clothing seems to be the last of one's priorities.
In every woman's wardrobe, there are certain accessories that cannot be separated from their back stories.
ragged clothing he had on was taken
It is the unseen, unforgettable, ultimate accessory of fashion that heralds your arrival and prolongs your departure.
clothes, wrestled each
For some, a hero wears a spandex suit and a cape. My heroes wear flak jackets, flight suits, and combat boots.
Some of them are wearing skirts that I'm pretty sure are supposed to be belts.
Believing in the danger which sprang from objects as well as people, which dress, which shoes, which coat demanded less of her panicked heart and body? For a costume was a challenge too, a discipline, a trap which once adopted could influence the actor.
Basically, I'm in a kilt and a white shirt every day. So, you know, I don't have a lot of scope, and I'm really picky about what I wear. Even if it's weird, it's very particular to me. And you can't make a business out of what I would wear. We'd be out of business.
In my new robe
this morning -
Auburn Tigers T-shirt.
What we wear is the shell of who we are.
It has been ages since the last time you enjoyed the night more than what you enjoy your overcoat.
Then you would dance the night, now you wear the night,
It is an accessory to hide you from everyone
Sabine used to maintain that preparation for a dance is comparable to what goes on in the back room of a butcher's shop: the meat for consumption is sliced and dressed and put in nice little paper packages, ready for the kitchen.
Any opportunity to adorn oneself is human, and accessories are an easy way to do it.
I'm going to commune with God and I must be appropriately dressed!
Now, what are you going to wear for Halloween, Pearl?
Our clothing, while modest and simple, should be of good quality ... It should be chosen for durability rather than display.
Speaking of birthday suits, I think Mae Young's needs ironing!
My hat's in the ring. The fight is on and I'm stripped to the buff.
Merlin's beard, what is Xenophilius Lovegood wearing? He looks like an omelet.
I'd like to cut an attitude into clothes.
What is the word for this kind of underwear? Boxings? Something like that? I cannot think of it."
"Boxings? Oh, god, Rania. That's funny. Boxers. They're called boxers, sweetheart.
My standard uniform is a T-shirt and jeans.
Does Raggedy Ann have a cotton crotch?
I took my waitress uniform. Seemed fitting.
fashioned of flowing silk or jersey,
Crawley reached into the pocket of his fancy robe - a dinner jacket, I think it's called. The kind of thing Professer Plum would wear before killing Colonel Mustard in the ballroom with the candlestick.
I'm commandeering some shorts." A drawer squeaked. "Oh, for pity's sake. You wear tighty-whities. With superheroes?
Wearing a scrap of colored cloth around your neck, even though it serves no useful purpose, but which answers to the name of "tie."
The ribbons! The wrappings! The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!