She wore shorts and a loose terry-cloth shirt.

She wore grey every day, and white every evening.

She usually wore weeds, and a stranger watching her board a train might have guessed that Mr. Pastern was dead, but Mr. Pastern was far from dead.

She had dug a hole for each bulb, each tree wore a tag with her writing on it ; ;

She wore a court-length gown of organdy designed with bateau neckline and princesse skirt accented by lace appliques.

She wore a gown of satin designed along princesse lines and featuring a flared skirt and lace jacket with bateau neckline.

She wore a bathing suit like his mother's, no straps on the shouders.

She smoked, wore trousers, and drove cars, unusual for women at the time.

She favored the color red, calling it " a picker-upper ", and wore it accordingly.

She recovered, but wore a brace on her left leg and foot ( which had become twisted as a result ) until she was nine.

There was a large wen under her chin, and therefore to hide its ugliness she wore a high dress covering her throat ... She was handsome to look at, with a pretty mouth ".

She was, by some accounts, the highest-earning woman in the United States and noted for her signature fruit hat outfit she wore in the 1943 movie The Gang's All Here.

She became his mistress ; they married in 1894 ; one account suggested that Yohe wore the Hope diamond at one point.

" She would " sport the diamond at social events " and wore it numerous social occasions that she had organized.

She wore robes of the same quality as the queen consort and walked only half a pace behind her.

She wore her glorious silken red-gold hair flowing loose to her waist.

She wore neither excessive jewelry nor pretentious costumes, she took care of the household and her husband ( often making his clothes herself ), always faithful and dedicated.

She wore it for a time, but at last her youngest son was seized with madness, and set fire to the house, in which she perished with all her treasures.

She wears a white veil or stola ; her priests wore white cloths, showing her connection to the highest gods of Heaven, Jupiter and Dius Fidius.

She and her sister were dressed in purple with gold buckles at their throats by way of brooches, and another gold buckle each at the end of hatpins which they wore through their gray hair in order apparently to match their brooches.

She never wore petticoats or any other " underlinen ", as they added bulk, and was often literally sewn into her clothes, to bypass waistbands, creases, and wrinkles and to further emphasize the " wasp waist " that became her hallmark.

In February 2012, she was one of a group of celebrities that walked down a catwalk in red dresses for the ' Heart Truth Red Dress Collection show, part of New York Fashion Week. She wore an Oscar de la Renta dress.

She wore expensive clothes and particularly loved Lalique jewelry.

She now wore extravagant gowns of great proportions both in creation and cost, exhausting the treasury all the more.

She studied it for a long time.

She seemed to have come such a long distance -- too far for her destination which had wilfully been swallowed up in the greedy gloom of the trees.

She was telling herself that this might just be her reward at the end of a long meaningful search for truth.

She was forty-nine at this time, a lanky woman of breeding with an austere, narrow face which had the distinction of a steeple or some architecture that had been designed long ago for a stubborn sort of prayer.

She named 48 items, and said there were `` many more things which it would take too long to write ''.

She had swished away, she had been gone for a long time probably when Sarah suddenly realized that she ought to stop her, pour out the coffee, so no one would drink it.

She threw back a cushion over one of the seats, unlocked a padlock on the chest beneath it, then presently straightened, holding a long knife and a wicked looking spear gun in her hand.

She put the violin away and took out some linen, needles and yarn to while away the long, idle days in Budapest.

She had black eyes, long and intriguingly tilted, and the way she walked was melody.

Catherine was quite short in stature with long red hair, wide blue eyes, a round face, and a fair complexion. She was descended, on her maternal side, from the English royal house ; her great-grandmother Catherine of Lancaster, after whom she was named, and her great-great-grandmother Philippa of Lancaster were both daughters of John of Gaunt and granddaughters of Edward III of England.

She claimed to feel " jubilant " when cutting off her long hair.

She carried on a long correspondence with Pope Gregory XI, also asking him to reform the clergy and the administration of the Papal States.

She does not understand what's going on around the cabin and is not alive long enough to figure it out.

She read avidly and took long walks amongst a natural environment that inspired her greatly.

She died on 2 January 1992 after a long battle with cancer.

She described the long necked creature as living in the rivers, and being about the size of a hippo, if not somewhat larger.

Barbara Walters said of her, " She has served every day for eight long years the word ' style.

The Australian alternative rock band, The Go-Betweens dedicated a track off their 1994 album The Friends of Rachel Worth, When She Sang About Angels in reference to Smith's long time influence on themselves.

She notes that not only are the results not very precise, but that other structures mentioned in the research are not in fact pyramids, e. g. a tomb alleged to be the tomb of Amphion and Zethus near Thebes, a structure at Stylidha ( Thessaly ) which is just a long wall, etc.

She claims that Gould — particularly in his popular essays — uses a variety of strategies from literature, political science, and personal anecdotes to substantiate the general pattern of punctuated equilibrium ( long periods of stasis interrupted by rapid, catastrophic change ).

She was not happy at Moulson's, but she did not have to stay there long.

She long resisted public speaking for fear she would not be sufficiently eloquent.

" She reached up and scratched her long fingernails down both my cheeks so deeply that I had marks for about a week ,” Cowles wrote.

She also had a long career in the city council of Helsinki, serving there from 1977 to 1996.

She explained to us what it all meant, that this was the day for which she had been so long praying, but fearing that she would never live to see.