Sentences with phrase «into body hugging»

But I totally hear you... I've recently gotten more into body hugging dresses as well.

Not exact matches

Remember, you are hugging as much of her / his body into you as possible, without pushing on the head.

It may not be the kind of hug an older child gives, but the clutching and pulling into the body is very much present.

For example, hugging the lower half of your baby's body in, as this helps to allow your baby's chin to further press into your breast.

If David Paterson were a supervillain, he'd be that guy from X-Men: The Last Stand who very sweetly hugged a terrified Shohreh Aghdashloo, and then, when she least expected it, his entire body turned into razor sharp spikes, killing her instantly.

Skip the roomy sweats and slip into clothes that gently hug your body, advises Scarlett De Bease, president of Scarlett New York Image Consulting.

Hug your ankles and shins into the centerline of your body to activate your inner thigh muscles.

Lift one foot off the ground and hug your knee up and into your body with your hands.

When we hug someone, oxytocin is released into our bodies by our pituitary gland, lowering both our heart rates and our cortisol levels.

So don't waste your time and slip into a comfortable pair of shorts, body - hugging T - shirt, and PUMA sports sandals to prepare for your next marathon with sports sandals from PUMA.

This gown typifies the modern bride's quest for yester - year romance in a fashion - forward statement: The body - hugging silhouette of vintage lace releasing into the voluminous skirt with delicate scalloped edging; the lavender ribbon at the waist adorned with a Swarovski crystal brooch; and the illusion lace neckline with hint of a sleeve in the detachable jacket, providing an alternative strapless style for the reception.

One option would be to release the skirt from body - hugging into a straighter or looser shape.

The waist is going to flare out before it moves into the skirt that hugs your body.

It is best to go into the date with the expectations of a hug at the end, and adjust these accordingly depending on your date's body language.

With a soundtrack consisting of nothing but the squeaks of sneakers and slaps of flesh, Miller choreographs a primal ballet of bodies, with gentle, brotherly bear hugs evolving into brute maneuvers, until Dave is suddenly tasting blood from a hit he takes to the nose.

A trio of extra dials is set into the top of the dashboard, and you also get a pair of body - hugging Recaro seats, metal - finish pedals and a smattering of ST logos.

Slide into those body - hugging sport seats (standard on Cooper S, optional on the rest) and you face a familiar, but not so familiar cockpit.

«Kinect Joy Ride» takes the thrilling driving experience off the track and into your living room as you bend, twist and move your body to hug the curves, jump through obstacles and show off your acrobatic skills — when you get your whole body into it, you are the car!

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.