Casual attire

Usage examples of denim.

His steps slowed overhead and she found herself listening out for him anxiously as she hurried to her own bedroom, showered and scrambled into a simple scoop-neck T-shirt and denim button-through skirt, dragging aquick brush through her hair.

Today, wearing jeans, a red plaid flannel shirt, and a denim jacket, Bender was no more formally dressed than yesterday.

Strolling out onto the concourse of North Pines Mall in cowhide boots and a blue denim jacket, his hair tied back in a sausage-thick ponytail.

He wore cowhide boots and a blue denim jacket, his hair tied back in a ponytail.

A single truck clattered down the road and a man in blue denim walked toward the creamery carrying a lunch pail, otherwise it was as if he had the whole world to himself.

We were loaded into the elevator, and I saw Pooch come on, cuffed to a grizzled veteran of the penal system, busily picking his nose and scratching at his denim shirt.

Her long red and black dreadlocks whipping behind her, her bare feet dirty, she wore an Indian cotton skirt printed in two shades of brown and a denim halter top.

Blade recognized the scarlet-dyed denims and the red fylfots drawn on each bald head.

After allowing the horse to drink, Cullen left him amiably munching the spindly clumps of grass that grew beneath the feathery manuka and kanuka trees, and climbed down the bank before shedding his boots, dusty denims and finally his battered leather Akubra hat.

The sienna suede jacket, pencil-legged faded denims, and white tank top were too severe for her cameo looks, but as Keri put it, she preferred leather over lace.

His breath caught as Mordell pressed the tip of the blade into the denim.

He smelled of reefer and was too cool to approve of her Saturday work uniform of jeans, denim clogs, and a wacky-colored Oilily sweater over a white T-shirt.

Vulnerable, nearly petrified by a fear Of rejection, she summoned courage and boldly reached out, letting her hand glide down his chest to the waist of his jeans, pausing where bare skin met denim, then drifting on further, down over button and placket and zipper, feeling him under her hand.

Mariella pulls on her sheepskin-lined denim jacket, saddles her bay mare, Twink, and rides at a trot along the dry riverbed.

Mariella tells Twink, who is snuffling at the pockets of her denim jacket.