Sentences with phrase «with my red hair piled»

I felt like a sprightly, little leprechaun in my green with my red hair piled high on my head.

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Women who let their hair go grey, who grow lovelier with eye crinkles and laugh lines, women who are soft and women who are strong, who dress wild and wear red lipstick and pile their hair on their heads, women who wear bikinis.

In Down the House, 2008, Gilmore, mallet in hand, stands precariously atop a pile of rickety wood furniture and plaster blocks tied haphazardly together with fluorescent pink construction tape (a matching bow in her hair) and coated in still wet red paint and plaster.

On such an afternoon some score of members of the High Court of Chancery bar ought to be... engaged in one of the ten thousand stages of an endless cause, tripping one another up on slippery precedents, groping knee - deep in technicalities, running their goat - hair and horse - hair warded heads against walls of words and making a pretence of equity with serious faces, as players might... between the registrar's red table and the silk gowns, with bills, cross-bills, answers, rejoinders, injunctions, affidavits, issues, references to masters, masters» reports, mountains of costly nonsense, piled before them... This is the Court of Chancery, which has its decaying houses and its blighted lands in every shire, which has its worn - out lunatic in every madhouse and its dead in every churchyard, which has its ruined suitor with his slipshod heels and threadbare dress borrowing and begging through the round of every man's acquaintance, which gives to monied might the means abundantly of wearying out the right, which so exhausts finances, patience, courage, hope, so overthrows the brain and breaks the heart, that there is not an honourable man among its practitioners who would not give — who does not often give — the warning, «Suffer any wrong that can be done you rather than come here!

On such an afternoon some score of members of the High Court of Chancery bar ought to be... engaged in one of the ten thousand stages of an endless cause, tripping one another up on slippery precedents, groping knee - deep in technicalities, running their goat - hair and horse - hair warded heads against walls of words and making a pretence of equity with serious faces, as players might... between the registrar's red table and the silk gowns, with bills, cross-bills, answers, rejoinders, injunctions, affidavits, issues, references to masters, masters» reports, mountains of costly nonsense, piled before them... This is the Court of Chancery, which