Sentences with phrase «under my shirt then»

Not exact matches

Then I wondered if my long - sleeve Under Armour shirt was too tight.

Mornings in Bodley, drowsing among the worn browns and tarnished gilding of Duke Humphrey, snuffing the faint, musty odor of slowly perishing leather...; long afternoons, taking an outrigger up the Cher, feeling the rough kiss of the sculls on unaccustomed palms, listening to the rhythmical and satisfying kerklunk of the rowlocks, watching the play of muscles on the Bursar's sturdy shoulders at stroke, as the sharp spring wind flattened the thin silk shirt against them; or, if the day were warmer, flicking swiftly in a canoe under Magdalen walls and so by the twisting race at King's Mill by Mesopotamia to Parson's Pleasure; then back, with mind relaxed and body stretched and vigorous, to make toast by the fire.

The thread is spun under tears, the cloth bleached with tears, the shirt sewn with tears; but then too it is a better protection than iron and steel.

If we purchase a $ 6 T - shirt we only plan to wear one time that was made under unethical working conditions, then we are helping fund the factory where it was made.

Mertz should never have been our captain in the first place... who has ever heard of a team that makes 11th hour transfer buys (Arteta & Mertz) then seemingly places those same individuals into prominent leadership positions from the get - go... indicative of the problems that have permeated our clubhouse for the better part of 7 years under the Kroenke & Wenger... what is wrong with the players chosen and / or the management style of Wenger that doesn't develop and / or encourage strong leadership from within... Mertz was the fine collecting lackey from year one... this is what happens when you don't get world - class players because many times they want to have a voice on and off the pitch and this can't happen when you play for a fragile manager who has developed a coddling wage structure where everyone is rewarded for simply wearing the shirt and participating in the process... not enough balance between performance and pay, combined with the obvious favoritism shown to some players regardless of their glaring lack of production... remember that Ramsey has played in positions that make no sense considering his skill - set (out wide) and has forced other players off the field or into equally unfamiliar positions with little or no justification (let's remember when you read articles about how Ramsey's goals this upcoming season being the potential X-factor for our success that this is the same individual who didn't score a goal until the final week last season)... this of course is just one example of many... before I hear another word from Mertz I want this club to address the fact that no former player of any real consequence has any important role in the management structure of this club, yet several former Gunners have expressed serious interest in just such an endeavor (Henry, Viera, Adams, Bergkamp... just to name a few legends)... there is only one answer: an extremely insecure manager!!!

The Serbia international, who played for United States Under - 20s, is then seen laughing at the footage while wearing the side's green shirt in a changing room.

I unhook it from the top of my shirt, then I just pull it down from under my shirt.

If you have a sewing machine, you could take a plain white T - shirt and use the buttonhole attachment to sew long buttonholes for nursing openings, then use a seam ripper to open up the slits, and wear this shirt under another shirt or sweater to cover your stomach while you nurse.

He held it in and then he blew it out really fast and went through that a few different times and it was all the more hilarious «cause he was like pitting out in this dress shirt and just sat like huge balls of sweat building under his shirt but that's what the dude does and he's known for you know, in a triathlon, just like going off the front, the first 300, 400 yards you know, and that's where he breaks from the crowd, right there and boom, he's gone.

Team up pencil skirt with a gray top and then layer a flannel shirt under a cardigan to keep you warm and super casual.

If you want something sexy and sultry, then go for this kind of look, what has no shirt under the jacket.

Or if you have a shirt, then you can cut it so that it sits under your hips, and a slit about a quarter going way up to the neck.

Last week I did a «Chic on a Budget «post and then a post about «Fall Coats Under 1oo «I think it is important to remember that fashion or style is never dependent on money, you can achieve a very trendy look like I did in this post with Boy Friend Overalls for $ 35 or a basic weekend look with a Plaid Shirt.

I also tend to buy short sleeve or sleeveless dresses a size up for kiddo, and then put a long - sleeve t - shirt under them in the winter.

Good advice, but if you're looking to keep your shirts wrinkle free then I recommend packing them UNDER your shoes / bulky items

For a casual Sunday morning of brunching and shopping, I wore some skinny jeans and booties, then paired it with an easy, comfy T - shirt (which is under $ 10 and so soft!).

Now, I am resistant to tee shirts... every now and then I might stick one under a jacket with denim... but I usually Life is Too Short for Tee Sshirts... every now and then I might stick one under a jacket with denim... but I usually Life is Too Short for Tee ShirtsShirts!

Then look for a button - up shirt that is a little thin and peaks the right amount under your sweater.

My shirt was thin enough that I was able to print out my phrase and then slide it under the shirt to use as a guide, but you can also trace an outline onto the shirt using fabric chalk.

So we do a lot of plain jean colors, then buttoned short sleeve shirts and solid colored shirts that way you can wear them under the buttoned shirts for a nice layered look, or alone to change it up.

The movie then takes on the form of a whodunit and Wyatt is left with a dilemma in his hands as he has a bunch of suspects all with good motives to kill her, including Bobby Calzone (Casey Affleck) who is about to be married to the chief's daughter Ellen (Neve Campbell); Phil (William Fichtner) who was a battered spouse under Mona's control; Jeff (Marcus Thomas), Mona's mentally challenged son who lost his hand (literally) to her; deputy Feege (Peter Dobson) whose speeding encounter with Mona left him with a dirty shirt; and Rona Mace (Jamie Lee Curtis) who is playing around with both Jeff and Phil.

If you do not have anything really bulky in it, then yes you can hide it under your coat or shirt.

(And some people prefer to use a neck pouch instead, worn like a necklace but under their shirt, or a hidden pocket, which loops on your belt, then tucks in behind it.)

A pugnacious art world fugitive who had studied with and then taught under Josef Albers at Yale in the 1950s, yet defiantly rejected his era's vogue for nonrepresentational painting, out in his element he'd be squinting at the fish, the birds and the far - off horizon, spitting tobacco, chewing his mustache, cursing us all — a roll of Tums in his shirt pocket and his eye zeroing - in on the flat, all - over screen of his life's obsession....

The T - shirt battle then touched off a federal lawsuit when Palmer sued the school district under 42 U.S.C. § 1983, alleging that the dress code violated his freedom of speech under the First Amendment and seeking a temporary injunction against the school district.

I saved some of my favorite little shirts and things from our youngest son so I have a start... He's 8 now and loves all sports under the sun — so I think I will save all his little league jerseys and T - shirts and just keep going from here and then have a quilt made for a high school graduation gift!

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.