Checkered pattern

Usage examples of plaid.

Quickly, afraid to think too much, she wrapped the beastie in the plaid, then leaned out the window, carefully held it away from the house, and let it drop.

One man in green and yellow plaid trousers, mismatched with a red and blue striped windbreaker, set them all off again.

To all animals, even pollywogs, the family has a distinctive aroma, as distinctive as a clan plaid.

When she lay beneath him, her hair fanned across the plaid like a skein of black embroidery silk, he kissed her, parting her lips with his tongue to stroke her own, then nipping at her pouty lower lip.

Saul calls up rustic Sears catalogue scenes of fathers and sons in plaid flannel, lighting kerosene lanterns in front of pup tents and smiling at each other in mutual appreciation of their primogenital heritage.

Persia nets, anterines, silks for scarves and hoods, shalloons, druggets, and some Scotch plaids.

Doc Sherve, dressed in a plaid shirt and jeans that, together with his beard and the small knit cap covering the top of his head in a way that reminded Ian more of a yarmulke than anything else, somehow made him look more like an ancient lumberjack than a physician.

The third man had a slightly squarer head, shorter hair, a plaid Pendelton jacket, rags wrapped round his hands and feet.

A lone piper stands on Struie Hill, in a plaid skirt and red jacket, her hair tied in a bow.

In the official paperwork, Tallent was listed as a prominent mixed-blood freeholder, though every drop of blood in him, to my knowledge, was Scot, and he even knew what plaid his clan had worn into battle.

A good idea, he had to admit to himself, for if the plaid had been well set and unlittered by rushes, he should not have known it was her and most likely would have paid her little heed.

She wore a plaid flannel shirt, untucked, over a pair of faded blue jeans that was tearing at the seams by her generous hips.

Prickles wag fast asleep in the back, covered with a plaid blanket, and Adelaide was beginning to settle down to doze.

She was standing in the ruins of Castle Drumaird and there was someone with her, an old, old woman with a green plaid or arisaid wrapped over her white hair, her skull-like face peeping out.

Caroline stood in her jeans and sweater, a bright plaid blazer open to the raw wind, and snapped pictures from the edge of Strasse des 17 Juni, the broad boulevard running straight through the heart of the Tiergarten to the Brandenburg Gate.