Sentences with phrase «back hair in»

For more casual events, I would simply pull back my hair in a ponytail, or braid it.

Styling could be done in two minutes by tying back your hairs in low ponytail.

Not exact matches

That include Legere himself, clad in a black tracksuit and pink high - top sneakers — even his socks feature a picture of a Legere doll, a likeness of him with his swept - back dark hair.

In total, it will set you back 90 minutes — a mere fraction of the time it requires to take a whole head of hair from a natural shade to colorful brights.

Inside, Carmichael was cutting a man's hair in the front room while his wife tended to a customer in the back.

After some back and forth, Caban threatened, «Get out of my car, or I will call the police» — whereupon Golden started punching him in the head and pulling his hair.

And last but not least... for those of you rocking the long - hair look, dare to pull it back into a tight, yet classy man bun, which models and show - goers alike are now sporting in lower Manhattan's fashion district.

Clad in all black, hair pulled back, she moved with the grace of a woman who points and flexes her feet as effortlessly as most people text.

He essentially thumbed his nose at authorities, who were trying to hunt down a man whose last photo was a confident - looking young man, in a jacket and tie, hair brushed back from a broad forehead, taken decades earlier.

In a recent Christmas catalog, Bloomingdale's published an ad where a woman is laughing during a holiday party with her hair thrown back.

She pulled her hair back in an elaborate updo, and accessorized with delicate earrings, a bracelet, and ring.

Now, 13 hours into a day that started at 6:30 a.m. with two hours of makeup and hair fluffing, she's finally kicking back in her dressing room, on - air black leather pants swapped for jeans and a T - shirt.

Sporting an untrimmed beard, swept back hair, circles under his eyes and dressed in a light jacket, untucked shirt with two buttons undone, sneakers and jeans, the paunchy 6 foot, three - inch CEO looks the host of a wild party, the morning after.

Fishon... you know how when you get older and you look back at pictures of when you were in high school and you think, «OMG, I can't believe I wore that and did my hair that way.

Now wait, before the hairs stand up on the back of your neck and you lock your iPhone in protest, hear me out.

If you want to know the physical sensations — goosebumps, raised hairs on the back of my neck and arms, a racing heart, a sudden empty pit in my gut, and a lump in my throat.

I've seen 12 - year - old girls, malnourished figures with unbrushed hair, bartered for sex in back rooms in India with my own eyes.

And I remember the evangelist — a wild - eyed man waving a Bible in one hand, slicking his hair back...

On the right is my paternal great - grandfather — mustached, serious, hair parted in the center and slicked back, ears fanning out on each side of his head.

Back in February, Dr. Jeff Steinberg, director of Fertility Institutes in Los Angeles, announced that he would help couples choose the eye, hair and skin colour of their children using genetic embryo screening.

And I remember the evangelist — a wild - eyed man waving a Bible in one hand, slicking his hair back with the other and shouting himself hoarse on the Good News.

Aunt Pearl's auburn hair shone bright red in the sun as she listened intently for a few minutes, then with a determined, «Let me see what I can do» she turned back to the house where she had raised six children and seven foster children, calling out directions for the three of us older visiting Thomas children to go to various parts of the house for supplies.

I woke up in a Soho doorway The policeman knew my name He said, «You can go sleep at home tonight If you can get up and walk away» I staggered back to the underground The breeze blew back my hair I remembered throwing punches around And preachin» from my chair

Cinda, a soft - spoken woman with earnest eyes, who like most women in the country wears her long black hair in two braids down her back, had three little girls and several acres of land to tend when her husband abandoned the family.

Her curly black hair was pulled back from her face, and she shifted nervously as her daughter, Sewwandi, took a seat in the circle with us.

«Warmth in the veins, lead in the core,» she murmurs, backed by a series of beautifully ominous horns and strings, before building to the hair - raising zenith «I want to sing over you and into you, that which can't be unsung.»

Hannah is in the foreground, Miley in the back, in less eyeshadow and with barely streaked hair, but it's clear she's glad to have her celebrity friend Hannah give her a boost.

And I also know that by 2:42 a.m. when all has been restored and babies are sleeping again and the window is cracked open for a bit of fresh air, when we are back in our bed and quietly groaning at how over-the-puking-thing we both are by now, it's then, when he reaches out for me and moves the hair back off my neck before resting his calloused hands on the baby still growing within me, when the baby rolls up against his palm, and he whispers, «hey, you» quietly, it's in that moment that I think the love we make or find or reimagine at the unexpected moments is still the sweetest.

And then, on the hopeful assumption that everyone slept through the night, or at least until dawn, next would come breakfast, six - way debates over what to eat for breakfast, a belated but grandly sung Latin grace (the girls went to Gregorian - chant camp in the summer), and then backpack - packing, hair brushing that featured much wailing and gnashing of small teeth, and finally back to the elevator - button wars before a race - walk over to the convention center.

So I spent a dozen hours or so over the past couple days using hair dryers, pulling back carpet, moving furniture, climbing around in freezing crawl spaces, and other assorted methods, all in an attempt to locate the frozen pipe and get the heat going again.

That power in the name of the Lord raises the hair on the back of your neck to this very day.

Swinging as a fishing line and sparkling in the low - day sun, it arches its back and saturates Clare the clarinet player's long hair.

I am an Aspie through and through, fluent in 6 languages, never forget a word and can derive most words to their origin, but answer my sincere question of «how are you «with an «I am fine and how are you» I am totally thrown off my game and wont know what to say since I had thoroughly prepared myself inwardly to listen to your rendition of how your day was or your week, trying to show empathy for your situation while desperately trying not to be irritated by the bird - like hair construction in bright red on the back of your head....

I think I'm on a salsa kick because my last recipe for the HRC on Cinco de Mayo was for Fresh Mild Salsa, and the first thing I thought of when I saw that watermelon was one of the ingredients for Memorial Day was the salsa recipe my hair dresser gave me back in February.

I know one who started losing her hair after a week without meat, so she RAN back to it and was told butter is good for her... In other words, we lost one.

In minutes your regular bean is transformed into an exotic, aromatic vegetarian dish that'll really blow your hair back and widen your eyes.

It felt so freeing to be back out, wind in my hair and just free.

Even though I saw my health completely come back (my two autoimmune disorder symptoms disappeared, as did my acne, my IBS and my hair grew back) after removing gluten, dairy, and grains and adding in fermented foods, bone broth, organ meats and eating far less processed food, still all of those «frees» feel funny at times.

My kids» cheeks are bright red and their hair is sticking to the backs of their necks in damp curls.

Next you head into the supermarket (remembering that you had to actually dress up, do your hair, fix makeup etc. to do this) and wander the aisles wasting time looking at ingredient lists and trying to remember if the gums, preservatives and additives have dairy / eggs in them... taking the rolls to the counter, working out whether or not you want to go through the self checkout or keep a checkout operator employed for a few more years... pay... get back in the car... find somewhere to buy bottled water for the dogs... drive 50 km home... unpack dogs and buns and suddenly getting up, stretching... wearing whatever the heck you like with your hair in the air, no makeup, dogs within a hard stares range in case they feel like eating the furniture while you are working and that slow measuring out, baking etc. doesn't seem so time consuming any more.

That was back in the day when ladies went to the beauty parlor once a week to have their hair washed and set, and they sat under the martian - looking metal helmet hair dryers, sharing gossip and recipes.

Apparently getting stuck in a rose bush while weeding stubborn ferns and the thorns digging in your back and arms and pulling at your hair will make you go into a contortionist mode, thereby forcing you to twist your body in unnatural angles to try to free yourself without getting impaled on the thorns.

Enjoy being back in Boston to get your hair done!!

A farmer, her long black hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, stopped to chat.

Sitting with Smith's cookbook in my «fuzzy socks» on the chilly afternoon of its arrival, its recipes and stories brought me right back to the bustling shore; the rolling waves breaking over my toes, the crisp salt air tousling my hair, and of course, the delicious fresh seafood.

I go back and forth between the white Shasta Daisy — I love the simplicity of it (also reminds me of the 70's when I wore them in my hair) and the lovely peony.

I drug her by the hair and threw her in the back of the truck.

There was some mention of «supersonic speeds» and a guy sitting in a chair, white - knuckled hands clutching the armrests, yelling, wearing sunglasses, his hair and necktie blown back by what was implied to be the speed of said CD - ROM drives available for purchase.

At the moment, the only things that remind her of the game are some trophies and medals and one favorite picture by the door: She's teeing off; there's a yardage chart Happing in her back pocket, and her long ponytail — so much hair!

Saturday in Kansas City, this Minnesota Twins fan, had his back hair shaved to replicate a Joe Mauer jersey.