Sentences with phrase «about check shirt»

Hilarious about your checked shirt.

Not exact matches

black framed glasses... check Kafka book in hand... check PETA t shirt... check regurgitated rhetoric to spout about God not being real... check... oh yeah, I'm one kewl dude!!!!!!!

To learn more about this Renaissance woman, be sure to check out her site, her line of activist t - shirts (Whoopi Goldberg and Alyssa Milano are fans, no lie!)

«On Jan. 26, at about 1745 hours three Chadians were arrested at a check point in Damasak after a mobile phone belonging to one of them was flipped through and it shows pictures of men in both military T - shirt and mufti with GPMG, FN and AK 47 rifles.

About 100 people sipped Barrilito Rum and enjoyed hand - rolled cigars while paying respects to Klein, whose leathery face contrasted with a baby - blue blazer and open - collared checked shirt.

Checks are my fav print in winter, shirts, bottoms, outerwear, bags i love it all and i couldn't be happier about this red and blue plaid coat.

Of course, all of our shirts are incredibly soft, and you can check the softness rating before you decide on the right top for you.Take a few minutes to browse our selection and treat yourself, or someone you care about, to something beautiful today.

(Check out Beth's youtube video about styling white shirts below)

About The Look: satin pink shirt and bag ZARA; Orange Tab 517 cropped boot cut jeans LEVI»S; sunglasses and pink mules; ASOS; geometric hoop earrings ADORNMONDE (check out more of my geometric hoop earring picks here)

I've written two articles so far, if you'd like to check them out: one is about leopard print, the other is about t - shirt dresses!

Finally, a few random tips: a) if you prefer silky button - fronts, check out our Hunt for that one, b) if you're busty, check out our guide to specialty shops for busty blouses, c) this post is being updated, but you can still check out our original top 10 ways to wear a button - down shirt, and, finally, d) as a laundry tip, I've had great success with putting the shirts in the dryer for no more than about 15 minutes and then hanging them up to air dry.

As inspired by Alexander McQueen's runway look, this outfit is about teaming checked skirt with dark nude — silky nude long sleeve shirt and nude tights.

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This week we published Bonnie Radcliffe's excellent article about the costume design clues in No Country for Old Men (2007), including a breakdown of psychotic hit man Anton Chigurh's (Javier Bardem) sparse but never black attire among a sea of check shirts and cowboy hats.

The store is an awesome place to come check in prior to your dive, buy t - shirts and merchandise to remember your trip, rent equipment or just stop in and chat about your dives!

Check out the Guitar Hero World Tour and Guitar Hero Metallica ads after the break to gain some perspective of the pink shirts we're talking about.

Or a man in a crumpled check shirt talking about why his magic camera is better than a light - up ping pong ball?

The two - part installation «Something About Two Birds and One Stone» features a crumpled tee - shirt displaying the face of curator Jeffrey Deitch and the words «Team Jerry» («Ain't No «I» in «Team»») as well as a check from Gagosian Gallery, framed, and surrounded by large scissors wall decals («Any Way «You» Cut It»).

This is becoming a common practice these days, and to me, it's about as annoying as a Best Buy blue shirt when I'm just trying to check out the latest TVs.

I will definitely check with the t - shirt printing company about the sizes to see if they are available.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.