Sentences with phrase «instead of long hair»

I feel like stylistically, this is a different illustration for you (maybe because the blogger has a pixie cut instead of long hair), but I really like the illustration and am excited to go check out the new blog!

Not exact matches

Your Granny was so beautiful — she had a long sheet of golden brown hair, just the colour of Evelynn's hair, and she had blue eyes just like you three here with me, and so instead, your Papa sold that old motorcycle and the next time he asked her out, he had a car to drive.

By contrast, her sister Evie has a mop of thick golden - brown molasses curls which only gets bigger instead of longer: yesterday she plaintively asked why Maggie wakes up with her hair «already done» while she has to endure a de-tangling session every morning of her life.

If you've got it, flaunt it — and your hair will remain perfect until the excess energy you used powering two hair dryers will hasten the world's expenditure of fossil fuels to the point where we can no longer afford the electricity to power hair dryers, and instead resort into walking into darkened caves full of bats and allowing the collective heat of their tiny nocturnal bodies to hasten the evaporation of our surplus hair water.

We want extra time to talk on the phone for longer than 30 seconds, or maybe enough time to get all of the hairs on our legs instead of just 90 %.

My hair is growing out again, and once it gets long enough to pull back, it's too tempting to just do that instead of style it down.

For a totally new look of your hair, it's a great idea to get rid of your long locks instead of having a fresh short hair.

There are many points that are awkward in the stages of growing out your hair, but if you take the time to style your hair daily, instead of just throwing it up in a ponytail and hoping eventually it will be long enough that you love it.

Instead of the bleached, chin - length bob she'd been rocking since the release of her Balmain hair campaign in September, she appeared with a long fishtail braid looping casually over one shoulder.

Models walked the runway in classic low ponytails, except instead of hair ties, they rocked long Perspex cylinders that enclosed their strands in the coolest way.

In the first scene of intimacy between Adonis and Bianca, instead of just focusing on the bodies of the two (beautiful people), Maryse Alberti's camera lingers on Biana's long, extravagant braids - hair which often can inspire sideways looks from people.

Instead of laboring through the tedious process of grooming your long - haired or even medium - haired pooch and then picking up individual strands of loose pet hair later on, you might want to use the Dyson Groom vacuum attachment.

Because their hair grows long instead of breaking off like most fur, this is one of the breeds known to be hypoallergenic.

Ironically, longhaired German Shepherds seem to shed LESS than shorthaired German Shepherds, because many of their shed hairs get caught in their long hair instead of ending up on your floor and furniture.

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.