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Dressmaking is the architecture of movement
Joseph Beringer ... dances around behind me singing some poorly rhymed and slightly dirty song about my [racing] odds at my skirts.
'I don't even wear skirts,' I snap at him.
'Especially,' he says, 'in my daydreams.
around her slender waist.
It has sometimes been said that prudery reached such a height in the nineteenth century that people took to dressing their piano legs in little skirts lest they rouse anyone to untimely passion. Thomas
Tiny slices, no frosting, forty-five minutes on the StairMaster: These are the conditions, variations on a theme of vigilance and self-restraint that I've watched women dance to all my life, that I've danced to myself instinctively and still have to work to resist.
Some of them are wearing skirts that I'm pretty sure are supposed to be belts.
I liked my skirts short because I wanted to run and catch the bus to get to work.
Thing is, he says, in my line of work, you spend a lot of time sittin. A dress lets the breeze up ... cool yer dingles down. There's a lot to be said fer a skirt.
I like pencil skirts because they hug me in all the right places.
Style a classic pencil skirt with on-trend prints to end the week in style.
I handed him a beaker and toyed with the pleats of my skirt. The folds kept rippling against my knees in a distracting way. It was one of Naomi's additions to my wardrobe. I quickly decided that I hated it.
To fish someone out of the men's loos.
The lengths I go to just to get between your legs.
I might look like a honey-eyed schoolgirl on the outside, in my skirt with its regulation four-inches-above-the-knee hem. But I'll rip those tassels off your shoes, old man. Just try Googling me.
You should always have a pencil skirt. I think knees are the ugliest part of anybody's anatomy, so I'd look for ones that hit at the knee or right below.
With cropping, a new integrity appears and winning abstractions flutter up like butterflies. You can afford to be critical, discriminating, innocent, open-minded, charmed, beguiled or bamboozled.
When you work behind the ropes, you know the heartbreaking stories behind their smiles; you see the pins and nauseating amount of hair products that glaze their heads; and you see the wedges (even flats) under their eternally beaded gowns.
...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.
You're not safe with me." He reached for the neckline of her bodice and yanked it together. While he fumbled to fasten it, Beatrix hiked up the side of her dress. A tug and a wriggle, and her petticoat dropped to the floor.
"I can undress faster than you can dress me," she informed him.
We had the skirts with the slits up the side, sort of tough, sort of Spanish Harlem cool, but sweet too.
Girls, now, they wear leggings. As pants. It's embarrassing. Just parading their coochies around town.
I got in trouble in Catholic school for rolling the waist of my skirt down.
Talk of unusual swell of waist In maid of honor loosely laced.
A woman's chastity consists, like an onion, of a series of coats.
This is my barbed wire dress. It protects the property but doesn't hide the view.
Be able to suffer wearing a necktie or slightly high heels for an entire evening without complaint or early removal.
Galloping here
Galloping there
Rollicking, frolicking, everywhere!
(Tala's favorite part...)
I like to move fast, and wearing high heels was tough, and low heels with a skirt is unattractive. So pants took over.
I haven't got a waist. I've just got a sort of place, a bit like an unmarked level crossing.
I used to start re-arranging my school uniform, hitching up my skirt to be more exciting-looking.
breeches and a rough smock
I like the simplicity of a halter-top or plunging neckline, but I'll rough it up by wearing studded shoes and my leather jacket.
The shears found his throat this time. He fell down on top of them and was silent.
Something dark like mucilage glistened where he lay.
She had jumped back - not in remorse, but to keep the bottom of her skirt clear of his blood. ("I'm Dangerous Tonight")
Long chiffon pleated skirts look great with sandals or sneakers and a tank top or denim top.
Licence my roving hands, and let them go
Before, behind, between, above, below.
The draperies that clothe figures must show that they are inhabited by these figures, enveloping them neatly to show the posture and motion of such figures, and avoiding the confusion of many folds, especially over the prominent parts, so that these may be evident
(From Slices) Her skirt's so short, she's advertisin' the promised land. Somebody oughta slap her naked, then set a match to that git-up.
Her leg, sculptured by the tight sheen of the stocking, its long line running straight, over an arched instep, to the tip of a foot in a high-heeled pump, had a feminine elegance that seemed out of place in the dusty train car ...
Next time she flew off a cliff, she would try to remember to wear her worsted skirts. Perhaps then, ouch, she would not have to suffer additional bruising.
Standing on the fringes of life ... offers a unique perspective. But there comes a time to see what it looks like from the dance floor.
Follow the only nurse rule that can be applied to wearing a mini-skirt: it should be short enough to get to the point, and long enough to cover the important stuff, all while keeping you out of trouble.
Outrageous flowers swagging off balconies like bright skirts of ballgowns ...
The miniskirt enables young ladies to run faster, and because of it, they may have to.
What is beauty, but an extension of modesty?
We are very lucky to work in fashion and not work in a hospital or something where the biggest deal we come across is perhaps the length of a skirt.
A good sermon should be like a woman's skirt: short enough to arouse interest but long enough to cover the essentials.
Her midriff bare, like the denizen ... of some pampering seraglio.
If a woman wants to fly, first of all she must, of course, abandon skirts and don a knickerbocker uniform.
Dancing takes a certain lightness, a spring in the step, an elasticity in the calves; a kind of joie de vivre, or alternatively a leavening element of self-proclaiming stupidity in one's make-up.
Hurrying, dragging, falling, crying, calling out names hopefully and hopelessly.
Skirts of the unknown, and the white men rushing out of a tumble-down hovel, with great gestures
You wearing a thigh sheath?"
"Now what would be the sense of wearing just one? I have two thighs.
That's the best gowne that goes up and downe the house.
Combing her thoughts, yanking them into a pigtail.
waistcoat-pocket,
Whats the name you Poms have for that thing where you jump up and down and hit each other with sticks?"
"Sex?"
"Gardening?"
He snapped his fingers. "Morris dancing.
When my way is too rough for my feet, or too steep for my strength, I get off it to some smooth velvet path which fancy has scattered over with rosebuds of delights; and, having taken a few turns in it, come back strengthened and refreshed.
flaps and buttons. She concealed her gray hair
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.
The secret of toe cleavage, a very important part of the sexuality of the shoe; you must only show the first two cracks.
Keep your head high and your skirt down.
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
How delicate her feet who shuns the ground, Stepping a-tiptoe on the heads of men.
I sutured split infinitives and hoisted dangling modifiers and wore out the seam of my best flannel skirt.
looks as if I have an open umbrella concealed under my skirt. How did that happen?
And what was dancing but fucking with your clothes on?
Dancing up the full moon
Round some fair new altar
Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass.
I wear dresses most of the time.
If I wore a skirt or pants my panties would show because of all the people pulling at my hem wanting something from me.
Chastity - you can carry it too far.
( ... ) it's not easy to run in heels. Fashion over function ( ... )
Running like a bunny with his tail on fire.
Irish lace, hanging in the windows, filters the afternoon light, softening the lines on her face.
There are people I stand near a single time and skirt forevermore.
It is all very well for so-called sensible people to recommend flat heels and short skirts, but most of us prefer not to be sensible.
In the almost film-like flitting-by of modern life, a man needs something to tell him, from time to time, that he is still himself, and nothing can give him this assurance in so comforting a manner as the "four feet trotting behind".
Furbling v. Having to wander through a maze of ropes at an airport or bank even when you're the only person in line.
You might loosen your corset strings," he advised. "It will make your journey more pleasant."
"I'm not wearing a c-corset," she said without looking at him.
"You aren't? My God." His gaze slid over her with expert assessment.
If you've got the body and the chutzpah, a pencil skirt is so sexy on older women. Look for ones that fall just below the knee. Think 1940s, cinched-in jackets - imagine you are Lauren Bacall on a date with Humphrey Bogart and you just absolutely have to wear very high heels.
Take all the fullness out of this skirt," they say. "Ok," we say, "but you'll feel awfully silly in it next year." "What do I care about next year?" they answer. "Any dress which isn't in style for at least three years isn't any good to begin with," we say.
Women have been looking for a cape and have been handed an apron for centuries.
But here was a man who wanted to help women swing their apron around, let it flutter down their backs and watch them soar through the clear blue skies
I could give you a thiught sheath to put that in,"Isabelle offered. "I got tons."
"CERTAINLY NOT," said Simon.
Clary shot him an irritated look. "Thanks, but I'm not really a thigh sheath kind of girl,"
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I want a woman to feel the cut of the scissors in the clothes.
Dancing cheek to cheek.
I'm an action transvestite really, so it's running, jumping, climbing trees putting on make-up when you're up there!
She was a tornado in a skirt.
What can be more solemn and absurd, considered in the abstract, than, symbolizing the existence of the other sex by taking off a portion of your clothing and waving it in the air?
Fashion: a barricade behind which men hide their nothingness.
The costume of women should be suited to her wants and necessities. It should conduce at once to her health, comfort, and usefulness; and, while it should not fail also to conduce to her personal adornment, it should make that end of secondary importance
Trying to evade the people who frighten us. We come to work, have lunch, and go home. We goose-step in and goose-step out, changing our partner and wander all about, sashay around for a pat on the head, and promenade home till we all drop dead.
When I would go a-visiting, I find that I go off the fashionable street,
not being inclined to change my dress,
to where man meets man, and not polished shoe meets shoe.
The erotic element always present in fashion, the kiss of loving labor on the body, is now overtly expressed by language. Belts hug or clasp; necklines plunge; jerseys bind. The word exciting tingles everywhere.
A new tracker?" Boyd asked, blinking.
"An anklet," Carhart replied. "It will be more discreet."
Boyd stared at him. "More discreet? On a man?"
"Are you planning to wear a dress and high heels?" Carhart replied with an arched eyebrow.
Storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning,
Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing,
I tread day and night such roads.
She was wearing something in purple suede that was too short for a skirt and too long for a belt.
I love the mid-length skirt. That's really appropriate, you can wear that in many different day occasions.
Around your skin, I tie and untie mine.
It is well known that a loose and easy dress contributes much to give to both sexes those fine proportions of body that are observable in the Grecian statues, and which serve as models to our present artists.
I decided that I wanted to say to Sin-Jun, I like your skirt. But sometimes speaking is so hard! It's like standing still, then sprinting. I kept rehearsing the sentence in my head, examining it for flaws.
Tessie and I lay in our chairs, listening to wax being violently removed. 'Oh my!' cried the large lady. 'Is nothing,' belittled Helga. 'I do it perfect.' 'Oweee!' yelped a bikini-liner. And Helga, taking an oddly femenist stance: 'See what you do for the mens? You suffer. Is not worth it.
Ah, girls. All warm and soft and fragrant, upset when their skirts tantalized a wind, anxious when no one noticed the smooth lengths of their legs, those pink knees. Ah, girls! Outraged by your indifference, frightened by your passion.