Sentence examples for low pile from inspiring English sources

A Czechoslovakian Arachne stitch-bonding machine achieves high production rates with low pile costs, employing a fibrous web stitched on the knitting principle with yarns drawn from beams.

The variation of this rate for groups of pile threads is the basis for certain patterned effects resulting from the inclusion of both high and low pile areas or achieved by alternating two different coloured threads across the full width, emphasizing the pattern in one colour by hiding the other low-pile colour with higher adjacent loops.

Different pile height effects are produced in tufted carpets by using different rates of yarn feed, and are sometimes emphasized by alternating the colours and hiding the colour of low pile under adjacent high pile.

Snippets of wisdom about what you can tell about a person from his woodpile ("low pile: Cautious man, could be shy or weak") to how in Norway, "discussions on the vexed question of whether logs should be stacked with the bark facing up or down have marred many a christening and spoiled many a wedding when wood enthusiasts are among the guests", are also included.

Some of the objections to removing the rugs may also be overcome by installing equally warm wall-to-wall broadloom or carpet (low pile for ease of use and care) and, in utility areas, putting down safety mats with rubber backs and beveled edges.

Use two wash buckets and a low pile microfiber wash mitt, such as the Simonize ones.

The teams sat on low piles of bricks, and the suspects sat on the floor, or on one brick.

Though we were just a forty-minute drive from the city, everywhere you looked there were old factories, low piles of rubble, industrial-waste dumps, half-deserted farm villages on the brink of being bulldozed and "developed".

The area where Howlin' Wolf sits is either a very tiny dressing room or a really large hallway, about eight by 12, with a red low-pile shag carpet and bare wooden beams for a ceiling.

Up and up we went on the switchback road, into the cloud zone, shrouded by rolling mist, the mountainside slipping in and out of view: a tightly textured green, like low-pile carpet.

How different would my free time be if Mrs. Larkin had simply broken down, as I lay on my rectangle of low-pile rug, and given me the shout-out I so richly deserved: "Good napping, Philip!