Crossword clues for rickrack
The Collaborative International Dictionary
Rickrack \Rick"rack`\, n. A kind of openwork edging made of serpentine braid.
Wiktionary
n. A zigzag trim sewn to clothes for decoration.
WordNet
n. a narrow zigzag ribbon used as trimming [syn: ricrac]
Wikipedia
Rickrack (sometimes spelled ricrac) is a "flat narrow braid woven in zigzag form, used as a trimming for clothing or curtains." Before the prevalence of sewing machines and sergers, rickrack was used to provide a finished edge to fabric.
Made of cotton or polyester, rickrack is stitched or glued to the edges of an item. Its zig-zag configuration repeats every third of an inch (about one centimeter) and is sold in multiple colors and textures. Rickrack's popularity peaked in the 1970s and is associated with the Little House on the Prairie and the pioneer sentiment brought about by the 1976 American bicentennial.
Usage examples of "rickrack".
Maisie said, standing up, smoothing down her bright yellow skirt with the red rickrack around the hem.
She has tacked brightly patterned oilcloth to the shelves and put on rickrack as an edging.
In those moments there was no need to blubber or pick over the rickrack of the past that jumbled his memory.
She traced the zigzag path of the gold rickrack between the bright and dark patches.
Gewgaws and rickrack ornamented the facade, which included complicated turrets and window embrasures.
All that rickrack looked sort of comforting to them after the sterile emptiness of the Buick.
At the same time he realized exactly where in the hallway he was: standing in front of the rickrack cabinet from which he had scrounged the extension cord.
From the yard the students were able to see curtains decorated with rickrack, plush sofas, and a sparkly set of highball glasses resting on an endtable.
Sher, Frances, and Theo were picked out in monochrome by starlight and a half moon, the uneven rickrack lines of heads, shoulders, and knees dusted silver.
I was six years old, dressed in my yellow shorts set--it had white rickrack tacked around the neck--standing in front of the pine bins that were full to overflowing with sweets, trying my hand at whistling in an attempt to get my mama's attention, hoping that she would look up from the black ledger book and its long columns of numbers that evidently foretold our future, wanting her to smile and say it was okay to eat a honey bun --my favorite food in the entire world--betting that she would not snarl at me to get the hell away from the sweet bins because didn't I know it was almost lunchtime, when Daddy staggered in through the front screen door and, without saying hello, proceeded on with that revolver.