Sentences with phrase «wear over time given»

I expect that no matter what we do, paint will wear over time given this use.

Not exact matches

I gave it time, washed another 6 times but continuously wearing them over night and continuously waking up wet.

The last thing you want, when you are stretched that thin, is for someone to give you a hard time over what you're wearing or whether or not you managed to pull a brush through your hair.

If actress Uma Thurman and I, both wearing sunglasses, meet for a private conversation over midmorning coffee, the news of our assignation will have saturated the globe and our lunar colonies by the time we — or she, more likely, given certain puzzling trends in my personal finances — has asked for the check.

Give them a four yo see how they wear over time.

Percale weave is a tightly woven weave, which gives the fabric a soft matte finish while providing durability and wears well over time.

A percale weave is a tightly woven weave, which gives the fabric a soft matte finish while providing durability and wears well over time.

Funny, because these days I find it hard to wear one; it gives me floppy ears, it shows my dark circles more than I wish, and they always seem to be too big... What changed over time?

Worn over an eye primer, wear time is pretty much the whole day or in my case, twelve hours give or take.

Wearing the bright cardigan over the top only gives you a strip of stripes (say that 5 times fast) so your eye isn't overwhelmed by the two patterns.

So normally its me who wears western clothes / fusion wear more often but this time I decided to give my mother a slight make over as I bought a bohemian maxi gown for her and an ethnic skirt and kurta for myself, both from BIBA.

They are soft in the hand, strong, wear well over time and have a give to them that nylon web leashes don't have.

Willem de Kooning, Franz Kline, John Cage, Merce Cunningham, Buckminster Fuller, Walter Gropius, and many more taught there at various times, but it was above all Albers — such a rigid purist that he gave classes wearing a white lab coat and gloves — who presided over the art teaching.

And it's all happening before this month is over, giving the Android Wear loyal a chance to grab a more luxurious looking wearable before Apple's time in the spotlight.

There's no word yet on when Text Reply for iOS will come to other carriers, but this is definitely a welcome upgrade for Pebble Time that gives it an edge over Android Wear devices.

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.