Everyone, everywhere, even the girlies. Makes it difficult to quickly recognize my co-workers, as they are all wearing plaid and beards(most of the girls don’t have beards). Is it just a Colorado thing? Maybe plaid has swept the nation, like Bunco.
Intense colors…different patterns the way it ought to be. Spontatneous Plaid. Yet simple. Old school style makes me wanna look ike a limberjack. Paid. In with old and still with the new!
there was a girl walking in a plaid skirt. her feet were padding along a plaid carpet and there was a plaid bow in her hair. as she crossed the room people thought, what is going on here? why the clash of colors? who made tartan an acceptable design? maybe she is scottish.
Plaid. His plaid shirt. His plaid pajama pants. He did everything he could just to wear plaid every day. Multi-colored plaid. Pink plaid. Purple plaid. He didn’t think he could, but he’s a fucking trooper! My god, how can I say this in any other way? He’s my man. My husband. My love. Everything I’ve ever loved in the whole entire world. I don’t think I could do any better than him. Do you?
Daaaaaarlin’? Yes? Would you have a spare cigarette, per chance? Why certainly… Also, how would you care for a little bit of magic. That’s how the conversation went before she pulled the baggie from her plaid coat. A claustrophobic design. Wall to wall stripy
It’s the soft feel and gentle smell of the flannel that had you nostalgic. You really screwed up this time but you really miss her. It’s only been a few days but you miss her more than anything. So you have to try. And that’s why you find yourself in front of her door. You don’t really have a speech planned but then again she always did appreciate a little spontaneity. Your hand raises up to knock on the door.
plaid is usually made for mountain men and cowgirls. it doesn’t look good on me especially since I had to wear it for all of my life in catholic school. it does look good on attractive males though. lots of annoying girls in high school used to wear plaid outside of school but they never looked good in it, they thought they did though. it reminds me a bit of little lines passing each other, waiting, trying to avoid everything they ever knew about each other but they can’t because they will always be entertwined. it’s always that way.
plaid remindes me of shorts, the type women wear in summer. plaid remindes me of my dad’s ugliest shirts and of lumberjacks. long underwear. rainboots. old couches. uncomfortable blankets. reds, yellows, browns, dark greens. plaid reminds me of hiking. rugedness. i probably mispelled rugedness.
One day my sister wanted this plaid shirt but we did not have enough money to buy it for her. She was very upset. Until her birthday came she opened a present from me and saw the plaid shirt. she was very happy.
“Plaid? Going with the catholic high school girl theme?” He fingers the skirt’s fabric between two fingers, tugging it down. His other hand slides up, creeping over the edge of a knee-high at an ambling pace. Pressing close to Tei’s chest, he savors the way the other’s heartbeat picks up speed, the way those fingers tangle themselves in his hair. “Looks good on you,” he murmurs, to which he gets a ‘fuck you’; the laugh he gives back gets muffled in the kiss he paints against Tei’s neck. “I think I’ll leave it on…”
plaid!!! omg devin epps he had plaid boxers on at the one softball game that i went to with fray and it was funny.. i like plaid but only if it’s like red plaid or something plaid reminds me of pants which reminds me of alex my ex boyfriend that was a fatty butt head. i do NOT miss him….
when i see the word plaid i think of kelts in scottland which makes me think of gerard butler who is mighty fine , which makes me think of phanton of the opera , which is a phenomenal play, and movie speaking of movies the mtv movie awards were on tonight, twilight won basically everything.
don’t think… don’t think… don’t think… I THINK I’m going to explode. I can hardly remember my name as I leave the house this morning… Don’t think in English… Don’t think in English… SHIT… I’m going to fail this Spanish test. It’s not even until I get to school that I realize I’m wearing PLAID. Of all the things I could randomly throw on, plaid?!? What is wrong with me today?
Hmm. I saw a plaid skirt today. I would have bought it if it wasn’t so thick and itchy. I had plaid shorts in the sixth grade…… god were those a mistake! Plaid always seems to be a really good decision or a really shitty one. Depends on the particulars I guess. Ehh, not much to say about a style of fabric. Lines is all it is.
weird word, that one. checkers. skirts. hooligans. kilts. Weird. Definitely extremely weird. Suddenly I’m thinking of a man in a skirt with a bagpipe. A plaid skirt. Hmm… rather bad imagery there…. Uh oh
It was the plaid skirt, I decided, that ruined the outfit. I felt too typical, trapped in this horrific ensemble chosen by soccer moms and superintendents. Who in the world thinks plaid skirts are flattering or even fit for a school uniform? It’s for conformity, and I didn’t believe in it. Not one bit. I am born to stand out, beyond this world and its plaid.
It is striped and checkered at the same time. Lumberjacks wear this, so do grungies. I wear it too. I am a lumberjack. I am large. I wear plaid. <3 I love you.
The first thing that pops into my brain is Sawyer’s plaid shirt, and how we always seem to match.
I miss him, I miss him, I miss him.
Nothing will ever beat standing in a train station in North Wales, wrapped into his blue-plaid clad arms, shielding out the bitter wind.
What is plaid? I don’t know what is plaid coz I think Im suck at english class. But there’s no time to check it at dictionary. So what am I doing here? or am I just wasting my time. Oh God, there’s nothing I wanna do or not my intention too. What’s my purpose there? Just wasting my time.
It was the day, I felt it coming, it was possible…I knew it. I opened my closet door, and it was there, just like he said it would be, I opened that door and I saw a plaid shirt.
plaid is a ska kind of pattern. it just works better that way. sorry for the lowercase, by the way, i’m just not in the mood for hitting shift. but, back on subject, plaid. plaid is a ska kind of pattern. i’d really like to emphasize that, especially considering that grunge likes to pretend it has any claims to it. we’d all like to disagree.
Plaid. The Plaid Pantry in Portland, Oregon. We used to sit there and spange and use the bathrooms to brush our teeth. Plaid. The pattern my mother hates more than any other. I happen to think that it is quite lovely. Girls in men’s style plaid button up shirts are pretty cute, if you ask me. Plaid. There’s a pattern I can get down with. It’s relaxing… but damn is it hard to find the right plaid!!! I got the perfect plaid shirt, and ripped it a week later. I got caught on a plastic lawn chair that was cracked, and nobody helped me free myself. Thanks, guys. My plaid, and I, suffered for your giggle-fest. But it looks way cooler now with that patch on it, SUCKERS!
i was walking down the street one day and I saw this group of men coming towards me all wearing plaid shirts i’VE FIGURED THEY ALL MUST BE FARMERS CAUSE ONLY FARMERS WEAR PLAID, THEN i THOUGHT THAT THEY MIGHT BE LUMBERJACKS BECAUSE i KNOW THAT THEY ALSO WEAR PLAID
People at college wear plaid. It’s the cool thing. Plaid flannel, to be specific. It represents the grunge, hippy scene. Like, I’m cool enough to chill. It’s weird, then, to come back home and see that the majority of the world wears sophisticated clothing. Clothing that doesn’t signify, “I’m a lumberjack.”
stripes on his shirt.
she made him buy it. black and grey, button down. she sighed with delight the first time she saw him wear it.
it eventually ended up smelling like her, of course, as all his things did.
she took it back and slept with it at night, as close to her heart as she could possibly hold it.
the car pulled up to the gas station just after dusk. No one came out to greet them, and Larry wasn’t sure if the place was even open.
Betty was still sleeping, and he wondered if he should just leave her there, in her ugly plaid
Es un patrón que no se limita a la industria textil sino que pernea en el razonamiento humano limitándolo a desarrollarse dentro de un área específica. Todo lo que salga del cuadrado preestablecido tiene una connotación negativa. La gran pregunta es quién delimita esta área, ¿tú o la sociedad por mera convención? Atrévete desarrollar pensamiento asimétricos.
punk rock kids love plaid. this is the universal stereotype. cowboys also love plaid. it just depends how you where it. like a hick or a grunge kid from the 90s. i love plaid. but only on shirts and bed spreads. plaid pants are a little much for me.
Their family tartan was a mixture of reds and grays and greens, a cloth worn by generations and generations before him. Today was different than many other days, however; it was very rare for Ian to put on a kilt, but he would make an exception today as he stood together with his uncles, brothers, cousins — kinsmen. A row of plaid stretched out along the hill.
In the distance, bagpipes played “Amazing Grace” as they lowered Ian’s father into the ground.
He was wearing a plaid shirt on the first day that I met him.
I don’t know why I remember that detail, specifically, but it was a flannel one, blue and red, nice and fitted. I gazed at it when I was trying not to gawk at his face.
He wore a plaid shirt, black jeans, and no shoes. He took a sip of his vodka, and threw his shot glass on the floor. He grabbed his jacket, and stomped through the bar. He then slammed the door on his way out, forgetting his cell phone. Oddly enough, he never came back for it.
hipsters wear plaid. plaid everything. plaid shirts especially. so do little school girls. and scottish people. It comes in all colors. It seems like it’s made up of multiple patterns rather than just one.
He wore his stained tattered sun ripened weathered
Plaid shirt with pride for it was the only one he had.
He worked hard for every cent piece that bolt of cloth
The shirt used to be was worth. His wide
Whom he had brought our west with him had sewn it
Together to cover his back. She admired that although
He could appreciate her stitchery and handiwork,
He would give that shirt off his back to any stranger, friend
If foe who had need of it and the act would only cause her Love
And respect for him to flourish that much more.
Everyone, everywhere, even the girlies. Makes it difficult to quickly recognize my co-workers, as they are all wearing plaid and beards(most of the girls don’t have beards). Is it just a Colorado thing? Maybe plaid has swept the nation, like Bunco.
Intense colors…different patterns the way it ought to be. Spontatneous Plaid. Yet simple. Old school style makes me wanna look ike a limberjack. Paid. In with old and still with the new!
there was a girl walking in a plaid skirt. her feet were padding along a plaid carpet and there was a plaid bow in her hair. as she crossed the room people thought, what is going on here? why the clash of colors? who made tartan an acceptable design? maybe she is scottish.
Plaid. His plaid shirt. His plaid pajama pants. He did everything he could just to wear plaid every day. Multi-colored plaid. Pink plaid. Purple plaid. He didn’t think he could, but he’s a fucking trooper! My god, how can I say this in any other way? He’s my man. My husband. My love. Everything I’ve ever loved in the whole entire world. I don’t think I could do any better than him. Do you?
Daaaaaarlin’? Yes? Would you have a spare cigarette, per chance? Why certainly… Also, how would you care for a little bit of magic. That’s how the conversation went before she pulled the baggie from her plaid coat. A claustrophobic design. Wall to wall stripy
It’s the soft feel and gentle smell of the flannel that had you nostalgic. You really screwed up this time but you really miss her. It’s only been a few days but you miss her more than anything. So you have to try. And that’s why you find yourself in front of her door. You don’t really have a speech planned but then again she always did appreciate a little spontaneity. Your hand raises up to knock on the door.
It’s now or never.
plaid is usually made for mountain men and cowgirls. it doesn’t look good on me especially since I had to wear it for all of my life in catholic school. it does look good on attractive males though. lots of annoying girls in high school used to wear plaid outside of school but they never looked good in it, they thought they did though. it reminds me a bit of little lines passing each other, waiting, trying to avoid everything they ever knew about each other but they can’t because they will always be entertwined. it’s always that way.
shirt, time, money. Hippies. country concerts. Fleece. Table clothes on hot summer days. boxers
plaid remindes me of shorts, the type women wear in summer. plaid remindes me of my dad’s ugliest shirts and of lumberjacks. long underwear. rainboots. old couches. uncomfortable blankets. reds, yellows, browns, dark greens. plaid reminds me of hiking. rugedness. i probably mispelled rugedness.
One day my sister wanted this plaid shirt but we did not have enough money to buy it for her. She was very upset. Until her birthday came she opened a present from me and saw the plaid shirt. she was very happy.
“Plaid? Going with the catholic high school girl theme?” He fingers the skirt’s fabric between two fingers, tugging it down. His other hand slides up, creeping over the edge of a knee-high at an ambling pace. Pressing close to Tei’s chest, he savors the way the other’s heartbeat picks up speed, the way those fingers tangle themselves in his hair. “Looks good on you,” he murmurs, to which he gets a ‘fuck you’; the laugh he gives back gets muffled in the kiss he paints against Tei’s neck. “I think I’ll leave it on…”
plaid!!! omg devin epps he had plaid boxers on at the one softball game that i went to with fray and it was funny.. i like plaid but only if it’s like red plaid or something plaid reminds me of pants which reminds me of alex my ex boyfriend that was a fatty butt head. i do NOT miss him….
when i see the word plaid i think of kelts in scottland which makes me think of gerard butler who is mighty fine , which makes me think of phanton of the opera , which is a phenomenal play, and movie speaking of movies the mtv movie awards were on tonight, twilight won basically everything.
don’t think… don’t think… don’t think… I THINK I’m going to explode. I can hardly remember my name as I leave the house this morning… Don’t think in English… Don’t think in English… SHIT… I’m going to fail this Spanish test. It’s not even until I get to school that I realize I’m wearing PLAID. Of all the things I could randomly throw on, plaid?!? What is wrong with me today?
mad rad dad had sad bad fad tad
Hmm. I saw a plaid skirt today. I would have bought it if it wasn’t so thick and itchy. I had plaid shorts in the sixth grade…… god were those a mistake! Plaid always seems to be a really good decision or a really shitty one. Depends on the particulars I guess. Ehh, not much to say about a style of fabric. Lines is all it is.
weird word, that one. checkers. skirts. hooligans. kilts. Weird. Definitely extremely weird. Suddenly I’m thinking of a man in a skirt with a bagpipe. A plaid skirt. Hmm… rather bad imagery there…. Uh oh
Tartans, Scottish kilts, lunch box thermos, plaid coolers, picnic blankets, fishing shirts, pleated skirts, bows at Christmas, bows on newly washed dogs, tams.
It was the plaid skirt, I decided, that ruined the outfit. I felt too typical, trapped in this horrific ensemble chosen by soccer moms and superintendents. Who in the world thinks plaid skirts are flattering or even fit for a school uniform? It’s for conformity, and I didn’t believe in it. Not one bit. I am born to stand out, beyond this world and its plaid.
It is striped and checkered at the same time. Lumberjacks wear this, so do grungies. I wear it too. I am a lumberjack. I am large. I wear plaid. <3 I love you.
The first thing that pops into my brain is Sawyer’s plaid shirt, and how we always seem to match.
I miss him, I miss him, I miss him.
Nothing will ever beat standing in a train station in North Wales, wrapped into his blue-plaid clad arms, shielding out the bitter wind.
i own several plaid shirts, red, black, green and dark green. in winter, they are good to wear. they keep me warm, covered from shivers
What is plaid? I don’t know what is plaid coz I think Im suck at english class. But there’s no time to check it at dictionary. So what am I doing here? or am I just wasting my time. Oh God, there’s nothing I wanna do or not my intention too. What’s my purpose there? Just wasting my time.
It was the day, I felt it coming, it was possible…I knew it. I opened my closet door, and it was there, just like he said it would be, I opened that door and I saw a plaid shirt.
plaid is a ska kind of pattern. it just works better that way. sorry for the lowercase, by the way, i’m just not in the mood for hitting shift. but, back on subject, plaid. plaid is a ska kind of pattern. i’d really like to emphasize that, especially considering that grunge likes to pretend it has any claims to it. we’d all like to disagree.
jacket burberry smile clothing perfume umbrellas british british flag red white black blue yellow green uniform collared polo
Plaid. The Plaid Pantry in Portland, Oregon. We used to sit there and spange and use the bathrooms to brush our teeth. Plaid. The pattern my mother hates more than any other. I happen to think that it is quite lovely. Girls in men’s style plaid button up shirts are pretty cute, if you ask me. Plaid. There’s a pattern I can get down with. It’s relaxing… but damn is it hard to find the right plaid!!! I got the perfect plaid shirt, and ripped it a week later. I got caught on a plastic lawn chair that was cracked, and nobody helped me free myself. Thanks, guys. My plaid, and I, suffered for your giggle-fest. But it looks way cooler now with that patch on it, SUCKERS!
i was walking down the street one day and I saw this group of men coming towards me all wearing plaid shirts i’VE FIGURED THEY ALL MUST BE FARMERS CAUSE ONLY FARMERS WEAR PLAID, THEN i THOUGHT THAT THEY MIGHT BE LUMBERJACKS BECAUSE i KNOW THAT THEY ALSO WEAR PLAID
People at college wear plaid. It’s the cool thing. Plaid flannel, to be specific. It represents the grunge, hippy scene. Like, I’m cool enough to chill. It’s weird, then, to come back home and see that the majority of the world wears sophisticated clothing. Clothing that doesn’t signify, “I’m a lumberjack.”
commonplace, indie rocker, boa constrictor, lumerjack trees and sweat, pain face intense furrowed brow masculine, scottish bagpipes kilt skirt, corset, dangling earrings
stripes on his shirt.
she made him buy it. black and grey, button down. she sighed with delight the first time she saw him wear it.
it eventually ended up smelling like her, of course, as all his things did.
she took it back and slept with it at night, as close to her heart as she could possibly hold it.
the car pulled up to the gas station just after dusk. No one came out to greet them, and Larry wasn’t sure if the place was even open.
Betty was still sleeping, and he wondered if he should just leave her there, in her ugly plaid
Es un patrón que no se limita a la industria textil sino que pernea en el razonamiento humano limitándolo a desarrollarse dentro de un área específica. Todo lo que salga del cuadrado preestablecido tiene una connotación negativa. La gran pregunta es quién delimita esta área, ¿tú o la sociedad por mera convención? Atrévete desarrollar pensamiento asimétricos.
punk rock kids love plaid. this is the universal stereotype. cowboys also love plaid. it just depends how you where it. like a hick or a grunge kid from the 90s. i love plaid. but only on shirts and bed spreads. plaid pants are a little much for me.
Their family tartan was a mixture of reds and grays and greens, a cloth worn by generations and generations before him. Today was different than many other days, however; it was very rare for Ian to put on a kilt, but he would make an exception today as he stood together with his uncles, brothers, cousins — kinsmen. A row of plaid stretched out along the hill.
In the distance, bagpipes played “Amazing Grace” as they lowered Ian’s father into the ground.
He was wearing a plaid shirt on the first day that I met him.
I don’t know why I remember that detail, specifically, but it was a flannel one, blue and red, nice and fitted. I gazed at it when I was trying not to gawk at his face.
He wore a plaid shirt, black jeans, and no shoes. He took a sip of his vodka, and threw his shot glass on the floor. He grabbed his jacket, and stomped through the bar. He then slammed the door on his way out, forgetting his cell phone. Oddly enough, he never came back for it.
the 1970’s. kohl’s. colorful. tacky, yet cool. pants. men’s pants. ralph lauren. yum.
hipsters wear plaid. plaid everything. plaid shirts especially. so do little school girls. and scottish people. It comes in all colors. It seems like it’s made up of multiple patterns rather than just one.
He wore his stained tattered sun ripened weathered
Plaid shirt with pride for it was the only one he had.
He worked hard for every cent piece that bolt of cloth
The shirt used to be was worth. His wide
Whom he had brought our west with him had sewn it
Together to cover his back. She admired that although
He could appreciate her stitchery and handiwork,
He would give that shirt off his back to any stranger, friend
If foe who had need of it and the act would only cause her Love
And respect for him to flourish that much more.