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Black hair draped down the side of her face.
Every seam, every lace, every bead has been painstakingly, with love, corrected, perfected and mastered,
I shall lie folded like a saint,
Lapped in a scented linen sheet,
On a bedstead striped with bright-blue paint,
Narrow and cold and neat.
Apparel, n.: There are times I don't mind doing the laundry, because folding your clothes reminds me of the shape of you.
ROPE, n. An obsolescent appliance for reminding assassins that they too are mortal. It is put about the neck and remains in place one's whole life long.
That's the best gowne that goes up and downe the house.
When a swinging sin is to be committed, there is nothing like a gown and a cassock to cover it.
I question the negative connotations of fabric, of ribbon, of lace. I turn these symbols of our imprisonment around.
Nobody pays attention to the way a person's shirt folds around his shoulder when they sit down, but if that shirt folded in an unusual way, you'd notice it.
No one ever taught me, and I never had formal classes in pattern making, so I was like, Okay, I'll just drape, and I'll sew as I pin it.
The reel of silk has run smoothly enough so far; but I always knew there would come a knot and a puzzle: here it is.
A horse blanket, Mel?
I remembered what I was wearing. 'It tore in half when Hrani tried washing it. She was going to mend it. This piece was too small for a horse, but it was just right for me.'
Bran laughed a little unsteadly. 'Mel. A horse blanket.
Grace arrived, like the big, loopy stitches with which a grandmotherly stranger might baste your hem temporarily.
imagine a scarf as an unlimited canvas
The whole of Victorian literature done up in grey paper & neatly tied with string
hung over the sides of my pants, but I was encouraged. I was
I don't care a hang for any cat that hasn't stripes.
I wonder if she was goin' to quilt it or just knot it?
To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village.
The scarf could go on and on and on and on, and it could be the harlot-red banner of shame that wrapped him up and kept him warm when the nights grew lonely and cold.
Hanging softly over the black Singer sewing machine, it looked like magic, and when people saw me wearing it they were going to run up to me and say, "Marguerite, forgive us, please, we didn't know who you were," and I would answer generously, "No, you couldn't have known. Of course I forgive you.
The drenched fabric clung to every sculptured line of Ayden's torso and revealed in detail how his muscles flexed to hold the weight. It was glorious. If you were into that sort of thing. And based how my breath caught at the sight, I was.
You must not forget the suspenders, Best Beloved.
rolled down. As I
You never realize how much of your background is sewn into the lining of your clothes.
You niggas so-so like a seamstress.
I make body chains that come from the neck, cross in the middle of your chest, then go around your waist. I mix them with feathers for a gypsy, bohemian style.
...linen is a fabric that wrinkles like Jack Nicholson's balls without Botox.
Bedazzled? What the heck was a bedazzle?
The most beautiful clothes that can dress a woman are the arms of the man she loves. But for those who haven't had the fortune of finding this happiness, I am there.
That makes me think of spandex-covered football players. It's not me. I'm in rhinestones and velvet, not spandex.
Fabrics doesn't make exquisite dresses, it is the stitches.
We will have to cut our coats to suit our cloth, and wait and see.
We lay on our sides, like spoons nesting in a drawer. My arm ended up under her head, like a pillow. She curled snugly along the inside of my body, so easy and natural, as if she had been designed to fit there. - Kvothe - The Name Of The Wind - pg 629
She fell asleep like that, wrapped in warmth.
Wrapped in Jay.
coveralls to the
The act of folding is far more than making clothes compact for storage. It is an act of caring, an expression of love and appreciation for the way these clothes support your lifestyle. Therefore, when we fold, we should put our heart into it, thanking our clothes for protecting our bodies.
We are all clothed with fleece of sheep I keep saying as if
I were singing as these words do. Throw a shawl over me
so you won't be afraid to sleep. I have already shown that
space is God.
It is a universally acknowledged, inalienable truth that a knitter faced with the unadorned neck, head, and hands of a person she cares for feels an overwhelming compulsion to smother that person in fancy hand-knits.
Garments are our second skin, and the truer of the two for being the one we choose.
Look deep into my soul than what stretches the fabric of my clothes
In the time of battle the hammocs, together with their bedding, are all firmly corded, and fixed in the nettings on the quarter-deck, or whereever the men are too much exposed to the view or fire of the enemy.
His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.
Tangle me up like Grandma's yarn,
Twas a clever quibble. Here, a garment for it.
It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.
Fashion goes beyond fabric; it is the attempt to manifest art on a breathing canvas. I am very excited to collaborate with the artistic community as we celebrate this diversity of creative vision.
Lounging indolently in a black silk robe which was loosely tied at the front and which appeared to conceal nothing more than bare skin ... she made a conscious effort not to stare at the bare legs with their sprinkling of dark hair ... was he even wearing underwear? she thought
We lay there completely bared to each other. Fully clothed but our souls naked!
From riding nearly fifty miles in one day on a horse, I learned that the fifteen feet of silk tied tightly around the midriff actually kept the organs in place and prevented nausea.
There's nothing I like more than meeting velvet clad peers while wrapped in a towel.
LINEN, n. "A kind of cloth the making of which, when made of hemp, entails a great waste of hemp."
I shall go
Up and down
In my gown.
Gorgeously arrayed,
Boned and stayed.
It's a corset design making me look very, very slim and trim. I call it a corset dress. Very Hollywood glamour with the silk.
The print is devised so that I can cut the dresses on the bias, so they work around the body. It's not like a regular print that you buy and ends up being a vertical and a horizontal placement. It works around the body.
Steel under silk
...she wears a summer nightgown, white cotton trimmed with a token bit of lace at the neck and sleeves. She dislikes the itchiness of the lace against her skin, the sense of delicate entrapment.
ragged clothing he had on was taken
thin materials, or in conjunction with flat stitch. Twisted knot
Tis not the robe or garment I affect; For who would marry with a suit of clothes?
She tangled her words
like matted fishing lines
The apparel oft proclaims the man
The cross had slipped back onto my chest. I unclasped it and after wrapping the chain around the metal, tucked it into my bra
Sexier than a silk teddy.
What's real is always worth it,' she explained to me. 'Look how it's made.' She showed me the shoulders, the way they were knit together with a separate yoke instead of a seam. 'You'll wear it your whole life.
It is the horrible texture of a fabric that should be woven of ships' cables and hawsers. A Polar wind blows through it, and birds of prey hover over it.
Unthinkable clothing
My girlfriend still doesn't know why her sweaters are always stretched out.
The fine stitching and well-carded wool of his supposedly unobtrusive cloak making him stand out like blood on a wedding dress.
Better to dangle from strings than to be bound tight by them,
What if in Scotland's wilds we viel'd our head, Where tempests whistle round the sordid bed; Where the rug's two-fold use we might display, By night a blanket, and a plaid by day.
Ah, sleep, clothe me in thy velvet cloak.
Laid out. It has the most beautiful
(On period costume posture coaching
We all stand about like parboiled spaghetti being straightened out.
Jace's clothes had been clean,stylish,ordinary. Sebastian had been wearing a long black wool trench coat that had looked expensive.
Like an evil Burbeery ad, Simon said when she was done.
out and folding it against
I've treated the waistcoat as if it were a corset, so that it becomes the first layer in the process of putting clothes on the body. There is constant motion between layering and revealing.
Mama sewed the rags together, sewing every piece with love. She made my coat of many colors that I was proud of.
Sweaters need to be imagined, dreamed over.
I knit the afternoon away. I knit reasons for Elijah to come back. I knit apologies for Emma. I knit angry knots and slipped stitches for every mistake I ever made, and I knit wet, swollen stitches that look awful. I knit the sun down.
O men with sisters dear, O men with mothers and wives, It is not linen you 're wearing out, But human creatures' lives!
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 rain falls, catching the trailing edges of net curtains which flow out of open windows like fishing nets lowered over the backs of boats, nets hung neatly between the outside and the in, keeping floundering secrets firmly hidden...
Maybe I could just James Bond my way down the cable if I draped the scarf over it, clinging to the ends as my body careened down it to safety
Careened. What an ugly word that was
Wear it Like a banner For the proud? Not like a shroud.
Im too hung for womens underwear.
On bottom ... Fellows studied the blue and green Mackenzie plaid kilt laid out across his bed. He'd worn it before, at Christmas at Kilmorgan, feeling strange with wool wrapping his hips, air circulating his thighs. Scotsmen had to be mad.
I made my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;
But the fools caught it,
Wore it in the world's eyes
As though they'd wrought it.
Song, let them take it,
For there's more enterprise
In walking naked
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair-
coat that she always
You Bedazzled my stake?
The sun and wind pour into the sheets on the line. There are bodies in the billowing, forms created and lost in a breath.
Clothing creates the illusion that bodies fit an aesthetically pleasing norm. And that illusion depends on getting the fit right. Garments that bunch, pull, or sag call attention to figure flaws and often make people look worse than they would without clothes.
Sometimes I fall asleep at night with my clothes on. I'm going to have all my clothes made out of blankets.
Wolf had blue-checkered fabric tied around his waist.
Her collarbones like wings that spread from the base of her throat to the ends of her shoulders. A bird held down by skin
I am stretched on your grave and will lie there forever ...
Someday in heaven, when the angels all sing, well, these rags that I'm wearing will be fit for a king.
In your arms I forget what the yarn knows of sweaters. I forget how to hold myself together. So if I unfold now like a love letter tell me you'll write back soon. Tell me you'll still come untethered.
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.