Anagram of SWARTHIEST

Usage examples of sweatshirt.

The visitor stepped back away from the door, and through the gauzelike curtains I could make out a dark-hooded sweatshirt covering his head.

She had interviewed for her job with Senator Marshall in a Towson State University sweatshirt and nonmatching Army sweatpants.

Now my jeans and sweatshirt were folded in a helpless pile beside me and there was only a thin sheet of paper between my rolls of dimply flesh and this detestable old man.

His outlandish hair, his satanic earring, and his smartass sweatshirt afforded so many opportunities to zing me, that Hobart finally let the kid off with a ninety-day suspended and a two-fifty fine.

She was younger, too, with a tomboyish air, but not even faded jeans, a worn sweatshirt and baseball cap could hide her stunning dark eyes, full lips and luxuriously thick, red-touched brown hair.

Head down, Maggie plodded along between Dani and Amaya, her sweatshirt a red speck growing smaller and smaller.

A woman in jeans and a green sweatshirt with a hedgehog appliqued to its front stood there.

Susa will probably be wearing paint-crusted jeans and one of Archers old sweatshirts.

He was wearing an oversized Tech sweatshirt and flip flops His eyes were bleary, and she noticed that his arms were not in the armholes of the sweatshirt.

Enough so that she had a revelation when she walked into the station twenty minutes later to find Jack Murray in her office stripping off a wet buttondown shirt and yanking on a dry sweatshirt, giving her a front-seat view of well-developed muscles and soft, dark chest hair that trailed on down his belly to the belt of his pants.

Sarah and I looked quite the devoted couple in our matching suburbanite jeans and sweatshirts, with neat nylon bomber jackets for the rain.

Guinness sweatshirts, umbrellas, and baseball caps, and leprechauns in tins and little pots of grow-your-own shamrock.

She was finally able to wear the special club sweatshirt and attend semisecret meetings at 7:30 on Wednesday nights.

No reason at all, and yet before going downstairs she stared at herself critically in her bedroom mirror and decided depressingly that she was perfectly safe from Silas because no man with any sense of taste could possibly find anything remotely attractive in a five foot-two female dressed in old jeans and a bulky sweatshirt, who wore her hair in a cloud of untidy curls.

Across the street, in the other arcade, a skinny kid in jeans and a sweatshirt came out of one of the storefronts, began sweeping sand off the boardwalk into the street.