Quotes About Skirt

I was a fashion editor for years in London before I came to 'Vogue,' and I spent my life arranging the folds of a ball gown skirt for a picture and pinning fabric and using all those stylist tricks. And you don't have to do that now because they can do it in Photoshop.

The key with a full-skirt shape is to balance it out with a great figure-hugging top.

I try to make my comments like a woman's skirt: long enough to be respectable and short enough to be interesting.

There is death in the folds of her skirt and blood about her feet. She is for no man.

The left strap was torn from the pleated bodice but did not appear to be otherwise damaged, it should be easy to mend. More difficult would be the long jagged tear in the skirt, upward from the hem on a bias. She could hear still the shriek of the delicate fabric as if her very nerves had been ripped out of her flesh.

A dark-haired woman in a long skirt strolled through the door. The little boy perched on her hip clutched a purple bear. Amanda tilted her head to see both the boy and the bear better. The boy squirmed, and his mother set him down on the floor while she went up to the counter.

Lynchings—they're hate crimes," he said. "But the kid who thinks that [wearing a skirt] is anomalous and decides to play a prank is not committing a hate crime.

I always like to have a few wardrobe options to try to see what I feel best in on the day and so preparation is key - it could be trousers, a dress, or I do love a skirt and top, so I have to be prepared.

Isaac Asimov's remark about the infantilism of pseudoscience is just as applicable to religion: 'Inspect every piece of pseudoscience and you will find a security blanket, a thumb to suck, a skirt to hold.

It is my first morning of high school. I have seven new notebooks, a skirt I hate, and a stomachache.

Fashion is born by small facts, trends, or even politics, never by trying to make little pleats and furbelows, by trinkets, by clothes easy to copy, or by the shortening or lengthening of a skirt.

I did a dance with Fred Astaire in the movie 'Bandwagon.' I got to waltz just from left of camera to right of camera, and I'm taller than Fred Astaire. Fortunately, I was wearing a long skirt, so I waltzed with bended knees.

I'm five feet tall - I'm very petite - so for me, if I'm wearing a skirt or dress, it needs to be short, or else it makes me look frumpy. I need to wear either something really short or a maxi dress; anything in between just looks weird.

If I were going to prom again, I would wear a huge skirt and plain cotton tank. A big, poofy, flotation-device-sized skirt. I wish I had done that.

She was wearing something in purple suede that was too short for a skirt and too long for a belt.

Yer skirt invites a man's attention. I've seen handkerchiefs that were bigger." She swung her handbag over her shoulder. "At least I wear underwear under my skirt." "I hope they're nice since everyone is sure to see them.

That's beautiful,' Valkyrie said, looking at it. Isn't it? This necklace has cost two very fine men their lives. At times, I wear it in tribute to their sacrifice. Other times, I wear it because it goes with this skirt.

My favorite so far (and it was still only late afternoon on Monday) was a pleated school-girl skirt by Anna Sui

I looked back to see Holmes mincing within my footsteps, his skirt drawn up to reveal the trousers below. Were it not for the threat hanging over us, I would have given out with a girlish giggle at the sight, but I refrained. I passed the gates with the revolver in my hand, but there was no human there, only a scurry in the dustbins.

For a woman, love is the highest dream, and if a man promises to build a ladder tall enough to reach it, she believes him, hikes up her skirt, and follows him to the stars. Now

At times, I wear it in tribute to their sacrifice. Other times, I wear it because it goes with this skirt.

Be smart and take your pert little ass out the door and away from danger." Pert little ass? Frowning, she looked behind herself. From what she could see, her ass—pert or otherwise—looked nonexistent thanks to the shape of her skirt.

I stress out so much about the red carpet and interviews and pictures, and, you know, not getting my skirt tucked in my knickers.

A man in a white shirt and black pants leapt from one of the open windows. His hair was on fire. His arms pinwheeled as he dropped out of frame. He was followed seconds later by a woman in a dark skirt. When she jumped, she clasped her hands to her thighs, as if to keep her skirt from flapping up and showing her underwear. Jakob