Artless — posh menu (anag)

Usage examples of homespun.

The men were dressed in raggedy furs, buckskin, and homespun in shades of butternut and brown.

From the dark interior a terrific bellowing erupted, followed by the form of a slight man dressed in ragged homespun who fairly flew through the air to land in a hump in the road.

Nathaniel brought her a bowl of water from the falls and tore strips from an old homespun hunting shirt so that Elizabeth could wash, but there was not enough time in the world to put herself in order.

Sometime in the last hour he had bathed and shaved and he was wearing a fresh shirt, linen this time rather than homespun or buckskin, creamy white against the tanned column of his neck.

On his heavily muscled upper chest there was a brand that Nathaniel could just see through the opening in the homespun shirt.

Her homespun dress had been dyed a hasty and uneven black, and it matched the frown on her face.

He hoped that the same was true for her, and so he stripped out of his buckskin and homespun and slipped naked into the cocoon of fur next to her.

As Fergus and I ducked under the creeper after Jamie, a large woman in homespun whirled toward us, shoulders hunching as she raised the broken tree limb she clutched in one hand.

A swirl of rusty aspen leaves blew down, clinging momentarily to the homespun of their breeches and the light wool of their stockings.

She wore breeks of homespun, and the long muscle of her thigh rose up tight and round against the cloth when she squatted beside him, head bent as she groped in her leather bag.

There was no hint of the deep-webbed scars that lined his back beneath the homespun cloak, but I knew them well.

She was dressed very plainly, in the rough brown homespun she wore on the Ridge, but the clothes were fresh and clean.

He wore three calico shirts, one atop the other, homespun breeches, and the odd drooping cap, rather like a half-wound turban, that men favored for formal occasions, plus long silver earrings and a handsome brooch in the shape of the rising sun.

He wore nothing but a pair of stained homespun breeches, tied at the waist with a length of tarred rope, and was burned so dark by the sun that he might have been a Negro, save for the spill of long black hair that fell over one shoulder, decorated with bits of shell and tiny dried starfish tied into it.

Merritt let the homespun curtain fall across the depressing sight and paced back to his chair, where papers were scattered on the scarred table.