What is "turtleneck"

Usage examples of "turtleneck".

After all, he seemed like a decent man, perhaps in his fifties, cleanly dressed in what I regarded as the Alaskan uniform: turtleneck, heavy wool shirt, jeans, and mukluks.

Beneath the lined raincoat she wore a thick turtleneck sweater in a rich blue that darkened the shade of her eyes and drapey knit slacks over low boots.

He was wearing his usual working gear of jeans, turtleneck and windbreaker, having no need on board ship for dressier outfits.

The frowner was a trim, fit man in a black turtleneck sweater and corduroy trousers, rather chinless but with a high forehead and a large, dignified German nose.

A houseboy or something in a turtleneck and whipcord trousers answered the door of a gray stone house on the edge of the nearby town and showed me into a room paneled in fruitwood with potted plants on the built-in shelves.

My choice of clothing reflected my mental state-black pants and an elderly gray turtleneck, topped with my furriest black cardigan.

They saw a slice of a man clad in a turtleneck sweater and pwd mackinaw.

The turtleneck saleslady used the partial mannequin during stops to display her fluorescent-toned wares.

I am in a three-piece butter-soft black leather suit, with purple turtleneck and the shiniest boots in Christendom.

He had dressed in gray slacks and a turtleneck this morning, and with the cold gusty day sending a chill through the old stone walls, he had come in search of his black wool slipover sweater.

Sabrina emerged from her shower looking mighty spiffed up and sexy in a tight black turtleneck jersey, purple pedal pushers, and little golden slippers, and she smelled like strawberry champagne.

She felt his fingers slip under her cotton turtlenecked blouse and then move up over her ribs until they touched her breasts.

Having imagined a Montreal summer to be like a Maine summer, Bill had arrived with a suitcase of black turtlenecks and jackets for a week of shows in eighty-degree weather.

The black turtleneck sweater Tony had worn to dinner last night was flung carelessly across the back of the small blue chair in the corner, one empty arm extended toward the worn blue broadloom, still sticky with long-ago-spilled apple juice.

Justine smiled, slipped into jeans and a black cotton turtleneck sweater.