Sentence examples for sweaters hanging from inspiring English sources

Ms. King and employees at other retailers admitted the slow traffic afforded them a chance to get to know their co-workers, but also to get ahead on work — fixing racks, folding sweaters, hanging overcoats.

Instead, in the line in front of Club Rio, the young men wear hair shaved close to the head, dark turtleneck sweaters hanging past the belt line and a chain or two on their chests.

With vintage sweaters hanging from the ceiling and art books lining the walls, this is the nerve center of the Brooklyn Circus, whose flagship store is just a few dozen steps away, and which is a key collaborative partner for Street Etiquette, which began as a basic beautiful-things blog in 2008 but is now one of the foremost online repositories of black style.

Nevertheless, Larionov did not know Burns had scratched him from Saturday's game until he arrived at Continental Arena and did not see a sweater hanging in his locker.

When students lined up for the National Honor Society induction ceremony, I noticed this mysterious accompanist hunched over the piano like Schroeder from "Peanuts," curly hair in his face and oversize sweater hanging off his skinny frame as his arms ran up and down the keys.

You can either do a skinny belt with the folds of the sweater hanging over it, or a big belt.

Don't ever hang them because hanging sweaters will result in a larger sweater than the last time you put it on, or a misshapen profile.

"I kind of quickly went from the girl in the Navy blue suit to wearing blue jeans and a sweater and hanging out at the local coffee shop," she said.

When Pepsi's executives viewed the final cut of the ad, they were particularly fond of a shot, about two seconds long, of a grinning spectator in a sweater-vest, hanging onto the fence as he gives a play-by-play into his cell phone — the ad's only dialogue.

There were mittens in the butter tray, sweaters and jackets hanging from a wooden bar nailed to the inside walls.

Soon Boy is among them, ensconced in a studio housed in a former toothpick factory, dating an experimental playwright (as well as a model or two), and mocking the preppy, second-wave gentrifiers, the "button-down nincompoops" who offend his sensibilities by spending their weekends in khakis and sweaters, wrinkled shirttails hanging out.