Quotes About Fashion

A girl who made no mistakes about the right shade of lipstick would always land on her feet.

who was wearing a very handsome

To celebrate our partnership I dressed up like Ranger. Black boots, black jeans, black turtleneck, small silver hoop earrings. He gave me the once-over when I opened the door to him. 'Smart ass,' he said.

He squinted at me. What are you wearing? Is that some new form of birth control?

Lula's borderline too much of a good thing in lots of ways. It isn't exactly that Lula is fat; it's more that she's too short for her weight and her clothes are too small for the volume of flesh she carries.

What's this outfit? You can't afford clothes? Are you wearing other peoples? Helen Plum

Look at you! You look like Rangeman Barbie. You got a gun and everything. -Lula

Nice dress you're almost wearing. You ever think about changing professions? -Ranger

Grandma Mazur stood two feet back from my mother. I gotta get me a pair if those, she said, eyeballing my shorts. I've still got pretty good legs, you know. She raised her skirt and looked down at her knees. What do you think? You think I'd look good in them biker things? Grandma Mazur had knees like doorknobs.

Grandma was wearing a blond Marilyn Monroe wig, a hot pink tank top, black Pilates pants, and black kitten heels. She looked like the senior version of an inflatable sex toy doll that needed more air.

He wears jeans, untucked shirts, and a Glock 19, and he has a big shaggy dog named Bob.

You hung up on me," he said. "Don't ever hang up on me." His voice was quiet, but as always the authority was unmistakable. He was wearing black dress slacks, a long-sleeved lightweight black sweater pushed up on his forearms, and expensive black loafers. His hair was cut very short. I was used to seeing him in SWAT dress with long hair, and I hadn't immediately recognized him. I guess that was the point.

Ranger was waiting. He was dressed in black slacks, a form-fitting black T-shirt, and a black blazer.

Look at that skirt , my mother said when she opened the door to me. It's no wonder we have so much crime today what with these short skirts. How can you sit in a skirt like that? Everyone can see everything. It's two inches above my knee. It's not that short.

Ranger slipped an arm around me, leaned close, and kissed me. The kiss was a further indicator that he liked the dress. In fact, the kiss suggested that while he liked the dress a lot, he wouldn't mind getting me out of the dress as soon as possible.

Powder blue is a sissy color.

He'd abandoned his usual outfit of black rap clothes or GI Joe cammies. He was wearing a brown leather jacket, a cream-colored Henley, faded jeans, and work boots. His hair, which had always been slicked back in a ponytail, was cut short. He had a two-day beard, making his teeth seem whiter and his Latino complexion seem darker.

Two windows," she said with a smile. "And there's no such word as besweatered." "It's like bespectacled, only with a sweater.

Miami's the kind of place where you can wear a gold lamé bikini and a python cowboy hat and nobody will look at you twice

Do I look like I'm dressed for a snake jamboree? I don't think so.

hung her slim brown Fendi messenger bag on the shoulder of her designer suit

collared knit shirts from the Tony Soprano collection at JCPenney.

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.

so I pulled the scrunchie off my ponytail.