Sentences with phrase «hair breaking over»

He is a large man, with waves of gray hair breaking over a massive head.

Not exact matches

Boar bristles are also noticeably stiffer than badger hair — something favored by many shavers and ideal for hard soaps — but boar is unique in that the bristles split at the ends over time to result in a soft brush once properly broken - in.

I've been shaving with a brush for over 40 years and I'm accustomed to the break in period in which a new brush will shed hairs for the first dozen shaves or so, but this has continued to worsen over the months I've used it.

No one will lament over them and tear himself, no one let his hair be cut for their sakes, no one break bread for a mourner to comfort him for his dead, nor give him to drink from the beaker of comfort, for his father or his mother.

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.

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Magazine article, the author describes her growing frustration over being strapped to a chair all day at the office unable to adequately exercises, and then her amazement upon speaking to her 50 - something year old fit hair stylist who goes to a place where she's strapped into special exercise machines, wears her regular clothes, doesn't break a sweat, and performs a full - body workout in 20 minutes.

At first they put me on levothyroxine, I then lost half of my hair, all my nails broke & would not grow, and I had brain fog so bad I stumbled over my words and could not finish a sentence.

I was blonde from the age of 17 until just over a year ago (with one year break in the middle when I dyed my hair black).

I love those slightly manly street - style looks, although I feel like I could get away with them more when I had long hair as long hair works to break the all man look and give it a touch of girlishness — as you have rocking over here.

Over Christmas break I had rose gold highlights (which are quickly fading * sad face) put into my hair, whoo!

Breaking a slate over her future husband, Gilbert Blythe's head when he teased her about her «carrot» coloured hair, the feisty Canadian orphan lived in hope that the colour would deepen as she grew up into a «real nice auburn».

They spill into the street and down to the corners and Lillian Leyb, who has spent her first thirty - five days in this country ripping stitches out of navy silk flowers until her hands were dyed blue, thinks that it is like an all - girl Ellis Island: American - looking girls chewing gum, kicking their high heels against the broken pavement, and girls so green they're still wearing fringed brown shawls over their braided hair.

His hair was slicked back with pomade, but his athletic steps — rattling now foot over foot across the front of the stage — caused strands to break loose and flop across his forehead.

Remember, to spray a little conditioner over the coat prior to grooming, this will prevent the ends of the hair from breaking.

Avoid shampooing or scrubbing the pet when you bathe your puppy because that can make the infection worse by breaking off infected hairs and spreading the spores over the body.

In mild cases, there may be just a few broken hairs, while bad cases can spread over most of a dog's body.

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.