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Allowed him to size them to my long, thin calves
jeans; otherwise, her dressing time would have doubled. Next, she shoved her feet into her favorite
She wore a fitted white scoop neck shirt under a thin jacket, slim brown pants and tennis shoes. He bet she looked hot in four-inch heels. He wondered how long she'd last in this town, and he decided he wanted to sleep with her before she left.
the leather thong binding his
Would have let me break the color code for shoes at work. These were borrowed from Indy's next door neighbor, who was Denver's top drag queen. Luckily, he had small feet; or I liked to think that way. Not that my feet were large.
Wear yourself proudly.
It's not what you're wearing, it's the way you wear it.
By now I was utterly deprogrammed. I walked along naked usually, clothes being not only putrid but unnecessary. My skin had been baked a deep terra-cotta brown and was the constituency of harness leather. The sun no longer penetrated it. I retained my hat.
When you have worn out yourshoes, the strength of the shoe leather has passed into the fiber ofyour body. I measure your health by the number of shoes and hats andclothes you have worn out.
When Wu-Wear started making shoes and sneakers and pants, it was shoddy material.
I have five siblings, so my mom was always pregnant, and she would wear these dungarees that looked so cool.
Battered biker jacket over the top. That was just the right mix. It was like, Hey there, I want to look cute for you, but I'm still wearing a dead cow as armour, don't get ideas..
Ralph Lauren was borin' before I worn him
For a long time, my uniform consisted of a trench coat, wide flared jeans, and little bottines - I copied a pair that my mother had in this theater place. I had, like, 10 pairs of the same shoes.
I wore combat boots for two albums, then I went into more of the sparkle and glamour. The older that I've become, I've felt very connected to fashion, especially this past year working with [stylist] Kate Young and creating these relationships with people that I never had before.
I've been living with Mor for five hundred years. I've learned the hard way not to question shoe choices.However stupid they may be.
A home-made friend wears longer than one you buy in the market.
The apparel oft proclaims the man
After you die, you wear what you are.
There were some chains you wore because you wanted to.
Stuffed myself into a white T-shirt, topped with a plaid flannel shirt and a pair of Levi's with a small hole in the crotch which I convinced myself no one could see.
Had numerous pairs of dress chinos and blue blazers and Topsiders, and a smile that looked as though someone had plugged him in.
She wore a pleated skirt, a white cotton blouse, and simple black shoes with knee high stockings. At the arc of each step, the skirt would rise to expose a few inches of her taut thighs. Neither Earl nor Duke could recall what Chad was wearing.
In this century, as in any other, men wore the comfortable, practical stuff, and the women wandered round expiring underneath over-decorated tea-cosies and with inadequate footwear.
She wore a tattered wiesenboden the color
of a schooper.
We men had a meeting a long time ago, and we all decided, 'It's trousers'. And that's what we've worn ever since.
The attire, before and now:
When it fits you, it feels you.
When they see you, you seize them.
But, today,
When it fits you, it freaks you.
When they see you, they cease you.
I did not like the way I looked in a pair of white pants.
When seen in retrospect, fashions seem to express their era. Although it is more difficult to draw conclusions from contemporary clothes, the same principles which hold for the clothes of the past must hold for clothes of the present and the future.
The wearer knowes, where the shoe wrings.
I wear tennis shoes over and over again, and my black jacket. I always try to be comfortable. It's very important to me to wear comfortable shoes, which are hard to find - beautiful and comfortable at the same time.
Wrapped around each other but now clad in a pink nightie and a pair of sweatpants. To be clear, I wore the pink nightie.
The moment I put it on, that suit became an old, familiar, and valued friend - and I became taller and wider across the shoulders. It could not have fit better if it had been made on my body. It knew things about me I wouldn't learn for years yet, and approved of them all.
I like to wear things for longer than one season.
ragged clothing he had on was taken
Tracksuit bottoms, said William. That day I didn't want to speak. I was only there because I couldn't face the silence of my little flat. I had a sudden, sneaking
The color, the shape, and the texture
none of it is accidental. Every item we wear has a glorious (or sometimes not so glorious) history, and that history extends back years
centuries, even
before Oscar de la Renta's 2002 collection.
Well-apparel'd April on the heel
Of limping Winter treads.
Of course I was wearing my compelling red dress, thigh-high stockings, borrowed zebra print stilettos, black pushup bra, and nothing else.
This was war.
The trick of wearing mink is to look as though you were wearing a cloth coat. The trick of wearing a cloth coat is to look as though you are wearing mink.
Dressing, I chose the second shirt, the one softened in the mouth of a trained and perfumed albino hippopotamus and made entirely of pigeon's wool, because it goes better with the shoes than the one stitched with baby hair.
The clothes felt like something more: fine chain-mail armor handmade to fit me, or robes laid out ready for some fiercely secret ceremony. They made my palms tingle when I touched them.
What you wear doesn't really matter much. All that matters is where you're going what you're doing while you're wearing it.
You're still wearing it."
He couldn't help but say it. Laurent's wrist was heavy with gold, like the colour of his hair in the firelight.
"So are you."
"Tell me why."
"You know why," said Laurent.
It doesn't matter; even if you do tend to wear the same things all the time, it's how you wear them and your attitude that counts.
matched that between
Things well fitted abide.
I came in with my idea of what a cowboy would wear, but then I met some real cowboys and they said that I rode the horses well, shoed the horses, but no good cowboy would be wearing a pair of Levi's. I had to get a good old pair of Wranglers.
breeches and a rough smock
...His body still craved her touch and he'd had a devil of a time making it down the hill wearing trousers when he was fully aroused. A kilt would have made it so much easier to manage.
abysmally beshitted.
I was nothing if not determined; at least twice a week I would wear bright, pretty clothes. I was afraid if I didn't, I'd forget who I was. I'd turn into what I felt like: a grungy, weapon-bearing, pissy, resentful vengeance-hungry bitch.
clothes, wrestled each
As a teenager, I would wear Clarks, corduroy pants and striped shirts, and I loved it.
At that time in IBM you had to wear a white shirt, dark pants and a black tie with your badge stapled to your shoulder or something," said Steve Bristow, an engineer. "At Atari the work people did counted more than how they looked.
Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange.
I used to wear my brothers' hand-me-downs, which were all too big on me.
A lot of people look back ten years ago and go, 'Why was I wearing that?' I look back a year ago and say the same thing. The craziest outfit I ever wore was this white suit that I wore to an awards show in L.A. that I teamed with yellow shoes. It was interesting. It popped.
If I love something, I wear it to death!
I always want to make sure that I am wearing what I love. What makes you feel good. And you're not wearing for anyone else but yourself.
Brought home her college friends and put on
in something for him, so I bought some white
Ever since I was little, my mum used to choose an outfit for me and lay it on the bed so I'd know what I was wearing the next day. I never went to a uniformed school, so I always had an outfit - and I never really grew out of that, I don't think.
Lord knows I had what you could call many fashion Don'ts in my day.
I'm just like so many women - I was frustrated, I had these white pants that I had spent a lot of money on, and you get home and you think, 'What am I really supposed to wear under this?' So it was a frustrated consumer moment.
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.
You don't wear stuff for other people; you've got to wear it for yourself.
I used my pants to illustrate.
I never dreamed I'd owe my life to such an appalling article of clothing,
What would your shoes say about the things you do everyday?
I try to think about items that can be worn in different ways so they can be worn more than once.
I sutured split infinitives and hoisted dangling modifiers and wore out the seam of my best flannel skirt.
I was the Pink Pansy or whatever, wearing this crazy thing.
I was with a six-foot-four, athletic, angsty young man dressed in casual linen pants and matching fawn-colored shirt. Under it was a skintight two-piece suit of silk and spandex that had set us back a couple hundred dollars, but after seeing him in it, my head bobbed and my card came out.
on my rump and pushed me
I had spent the whole of my savings ... on a suit for the wedding - a remarkable piece of apparel with lapels that had been modelled on the tail fins of a 1957 Coupe de Ville and trousers so copiously flared that when I walked you didn't see my legs move.
They were hot, itchy, and hard to see out of, plus the wool covered our mouths and made it difficult to speak. Aside from that, it was a joy to wear them.
Was that suit made to order? Where were you at the time?
Every day our garments become more assimilated to ourselves, receiving the impress of the wearer's character, until we hesitate tolay them aside without such delay and medical appliances and some such solemnity even as our bodies.
I never wore a studded leather jacket, y'know. Ne-va!
I obeyed, and as the dress cinched me in again, I thought of a soldier going to war. Different armor but the same idea. Tonight I was taking down a man.
Just to be difficult, I kept on my tee and my panties (which thank God, were mocha-colored satin hipsters with a load of beige lace and not ratty old ones that sagged at the ass)
She was wearing something in purple suede that was too short for a skirt and too long for a belt.
Between the lapels of his subdued charcoal suit, he'd worn a silky red tie. A gold Rolex had circled his wrist, and an overblown blonde had been bonded on his side like a suction cup. The man clearly liked to accessorize.
If you wear things you adore, you just look better.
Never wear a shoe that doesn't fits you.
I wore a woman's antique fur jacket to my high school junior prom.
That turned-up collar. The jacket that zipped all the way down the front into a nice fitted shape. The white denim that made my untanned skin look like a color.
They were also shoes that would give the wearer confidence: a person could speak with authority in such shoes.
If the sky, by sinister alchemy, or diabolical prestidigitation, transformed into a mirror of the mother sea, the primordial cradle; and if leviathans swam that breadth and hovered, softly undulating over the teaming habitations of the globe, feasting; what should you wear?
I never thought I would ever say this ... but I'm wearing flats today.
Mortals trotted about in shoes and corsets made to limit movement, fashion for prey.
We wear our problems diffrently
He hadn't worn the kilt since Culloden, but his body had not forgotten the way of it.
I hated suits until I wore a Calvin Klein; they just fit me.
What you wear don't make who you are but your self esteem makes what you wear royal
A review of summit day photographs will show that I was clothed in the latest, highest quality, high altitude gear, comparable, if not better, than that worn by the other members of our expedition.
I tried on the farmer's hat, Didn't fit ... A little too small - just a bit Too floppy ... I tried on the summer sun, Felt good. Nice and warm - knew it would. Tried the grass beneath bare feet, Felt neat. Finally, finally felt well dressed, Nature's clothes fit me best.
Is John Motson still wearing his shepherdskin coat?
I wear the chains I forged in life.