Cotton Beach Skirt

It's not for beach but a shopping trip (Cos I have no other black skirt plus it's so comfy) and I dont have a clue what to wear! The weather here is pretty rainy despite it being summer so nothing too summery please thankyou!

under wear

2008-07-31 12:35:27 by Feline Friend

a flutter special occasion dress, along with the beach backless summer jersey dresses & funky pink silk mini skirt, the collection truly ...

It's called a sarong, or beach wrap, wrap skirt, or wrap dress.
I would wear it at the beach, or just out to the mall or for a barbecue or whatever. Do you think it's cute? Would you wear something like this?

http://www.thefairtradeshop.co.uk/100_x_ 170cm_Cotton_tie_dye_rainbow_sarong_3183 .jpg

http://www.theislandpalace.com/picturekr is43.htm/royalbluehawiiandress.jpg

http://s194.photobucket.com/albums/z142/ HOO121/CLOTHES/?action=view&current= P60202312.jpg
haha you guys are kinda right , it would look pretty tacky at the mall.

It's cute!
I love the dress best...
I don't know if I'd be comfortable enough to wear the skirt...

=]

2009-03-15 11:57:08 by meh

Price: $120.00 $120.00

Front button closure
Basic 5 pocket design

Ok im gonna start writing a story right now.
Let me think of an idea.
I see a bunch of stories wrote on websites. Can you tell me if my are any better. Im 13 years old a male. Let me take like two minutes to think of a book.

ok i have one but i dont think it is very good.

Ok here ity goes

The elavator beeped and opened with the sliding metallic doors. John Hashing looked up at the red numeric digit above the doors. "1". He looked down at his black leather briefcase. His wife had bought it for him as a christmas present. He enjoyed it and used it all the time. It had a number code so no theif could not access it. He looked around before he stepped into the elavator. He was on the first floor, which held the jewlery store in which many nervous husbands sped to to buy there wife a late anniversery gift. The floor was clean white tile with small gray spots which added to the texture of it. He spotted a woman who was in her mid 20's. She had on a short gray cotton skirt that fit very nice on her slick, curvy body. Her hair was chesnut red and it was curled and long. It rested upon her yellow turtleneck. She glanced at him and he smiled. She didnt even give a wince and turned away to help a customer. He didnt know what was wrong. He was thirty years old. He had a slim face and a nice round chin. He was not overwieght for his age, and usally went to the gym everyday. He looked very successful with his black pinstripe sport coat and his gray cotton pants. His hair was slightly blond in the front and tipped his naturally black hair. He brushed away the thought of the girl. He stepped into the brown elavator. It had an ad for Macys that had a vulgur picture drawn on it for someones amusment. The elavator had a stainless steel metal rod to hold onto, and John leaned on it, putting his briefcase in his wrist and cupping his wrist with his hand. Mr. Hashing worked as a manager for the Riser Hilltop Mall. His destination, the 12 floor to speak to his boss about a new proposal. In the elavator with him, there stood four other individuals. The one who stood closest to him was a badly injured homeless man. His arm was crippled and his face had many bruises on his unshaven dark, weepy face. His eyes were a dark abyss, showing no emotion but pure blankness. He reaked in an odor that carried along with it the smell of piss, feces, and the scent of a man who hasnt showered in a month. The other people in the elavator was an old man with his wife. They held each others hands and were cramped over. They both wore identical green knitted sweaters. The man had a recceding hair line and his face looked as if a washed up beach, wih so much erosion you could barely make out the kind of sand underneath it. The woman wore librarian glasses and had chapped lips. The fourth and not the least important was a man who had a mist about him. He was half blad, had a anxious face that was slimmer than Hashings' and had on a tan checkered sports coat. He held with him a smaller briefcase and kept looking at his watch, as if something was going to happen that would be diasterous and would affect all the occupants fate.
Just let me know what you think and any improvemants and if you want more or a sequel let me know just put it on your answer. Also try to guess what is going to happen.

It's really good for a draft. Of course, when you edit, you might wanna spell check. Besides this, you should also consider the flow of your sentences. ^_^ I don't remember what that's called but you get my point. Here's an example:

Here's what you wrote:

The elavator beeped and opened with the sliding metallic doors. John Hashing looked up at the red numeric digit above the doors. "1". He looked down at his black leather briefcase. His wife had bought it for him as a christmas present.

Here's the example I was talking about:

The elevator beeped and opened with the sliding metallic doors while John Hashing looked up at the red numeric digit above them. "1". He looked down at his black leather briefcase, which is wife had bought for him as a Christmas present.

(You may also add some flowery but don't overdo it.)

Good luck and keep on writing!

-tepishane-

2009-03-06 18:51:54 by Mr. Gumbo

Price: $47.61 $22.99

Elastic tube top
Made of soft cotton

Ok im gonna start writing a story right now.
Let me think of an idea.
I know its very long but if you can take the time just read as much as you can.
I see a bunch of stories wrote on websites. Can you tell me if my are any better. Im 13 years old a male. Let me take like two minutes to think of a book.

ok i have one but i dont think it is very good.

Ok here ity goes

The elavator beeped and opened with the sliding metallic doors. John Hashing looked up at the red numeric digit above the doors. "1". He looked down at his black leather briefcase. His wife had bought it for him as a christmas present. He enjoyed it and used it all the time. It had a number code so no theif could not access it. He looked around before he stepped into the elavator. He was on the first floor, which held the jewlery store in which many nervous husbands sped to to buy there wife a late anniversery gift. The floor was clean white tile with small gray spots which added to the texture of it. He spotted a woman who was in her mid 20's. She had on a short gray cotton skirt that fit very nice on her slick, curvy body. Her hair was chesnut red and it was curled and long. It rested upon her yellow turtleneck. She glanced at him and he smiled. She didnt even give a wince and turned away to help a customer. He didnt know what was wrong. He was thirty years old. He had a slim face and a nice round chin. He was not overwieght for his age, and usally went to the gym everyday. He looked very successful with his black pinstripe sport coat and his gray cotton pants. His hair was slightly blond in the front and tipped his naturally black hair. He brushed away the thought of the girl. He stepped into the brown elavator. It had an ad for Macys that had a vulgur picture drawn on it for someones amusment. The elavator had a stainless steel metal rod to hold onto, and John leaned on it, putting his briefcase in his wrist and cupping his wrist with his hand. Mr. Hashing worked as a manager for the Riser Hilltop Mall. His destination, the 12 floor to speak to his boss about a new proposal. In the elavator with him, there stood four other individuals. The one who stood closest to him was a badly injured homeless man. His arm was crippled and his face had many bruises on his unshaven dark, weepy face. His eyes were a dark abyss, showing no emotion but pure blankness. He reaked in an odor that carried along with it the smell of piss, feces, and the scent of a man who hasnt showered in a month. The other people in the elavator was an old man with his wife. They held each others hands and were cramped over. They both wore identical green knitted sweaters. The man had a recceding hair line and his face looked as if a washed up beach, wih so much erosion you could barely make out the kind of sand underneath it. The woman wore librarian glasses and had chapped lips. The fourth and not the least important was a man who had a mist about him. He was half blad, had a anxious face that was slimmer than Hashings' and had on a tan checkered sports coat. He held with him a smaller briefcase and kept looking at his watch, as if something was going to happen that would be diasterous and would affect all the occupants fate.

Its not done obviously, not even slightly. Just let me know

If you like it
If you would keep reading it
Predict what will happen
Any suggestions

Thank you guys so much for reading the entire thing i know its long.
Best answer 10 points!!!!!

Ive read some of your work before and as aleays its really crisp with a great sense of impending doom. The description of his outfit was a bit too lenghty yet other than that very good job babe. I'd love to read more.I think he is going to reveal some device he has or some object that will affect people. I think he will be helpless to control and will have to enlist the help of someone . particularly a woman.

2009-03-07 14:02:34 by Mr. Gumbo

Ok im gonna start writing a story right now.
Let me think of an idea.
I know its very long but if you can take the time just read as much as you can.
I see a bunch of stories wrote on websites. Can you tell me if my are any better. Im 13 years old a male. Let me take like two minutes to think of a book.

ok i have one but i dont think it is very good.

Ok here ity goes

The elavator beeped and opened with the sliding metallic doors. John Hashing looked up at the red numeric digit above the doors. "1". He looked down at his black leather briefcase. His wife had bought it for him as a christmas present. He enjoyed it and used it all the time. It had a number code so no theif could not access it. He looked around before he stepped into the elavator. He was on the first floor, which held the jewlery store in which many nervous husbands sped to to buy there wife a late anniversery gift. The floor was clean white tile with small gray spots which added to the texture of it. He spotted a woman who was in her mid 20's. She had on a short gray cotton skirt that fit very nice on her slick, curvy body. Her hair was chesnut red and it was curled and long. It rested upon her yellow turtleneck. She glanced at him and he smiled. She didnt even give a wince and turned away to help a customer. He didnt know what was wrong. He was thirty years old. He had a slim face and a nice round chin. He was not overwieght for his age, and usally went to the gym everyday. He looked very successful with his black pinstripe sport coat and his gray cotton pants. His hair was slightly blond in the front and tipped his naturally black hair. He brushed away the thought of the girl. He stepped into the brown elavator. It had an ad for Macys that had a vulgur picture drawn on it for someones amusment. The elavator had a stainless steel metal rod to hold onto, and John leaned on it, putting his briefcase in his wrist and cupping his wrist with his hand. Mr. Hashing worked as a manager for the Riser Hilltop Mall. His destination, the 12 floor to speak to his boss about a new proposal. In the elavator with him, there stood four other individuals. The one who stood closest to him was a badly injured homeless man. His arm was crippled and his face had many bruises on his unshaven dark, weepy face. His eyes were a dark abyss, showing no emotion but pure blankness. He reaked in an odor that carried along with it the smell of piss, feces, and the scent of a man who hasnt showered in a month. The other people in the elavator was an old man with his wife. They held each others hands and were cramped over. They both wore identical green knitted sweaters. The man had a recceding hair line and his face looked as if a washed up beach, wih so much erosion you could barely make out the kind of sand underneath it. The woman wore librarian glasses and had chapped lips. The fourth and not the least important was a man who had a mist about him. He was half blad, had a anxious face that was slimmer than Hashings' and had on a tan checkered sports coat. He held with him a smaller briefcase and kept looking at his watch, as if something was going to happen that would be diasterous and would affect all the occupants fate.

Its not done obviously, not even slightly. Just let me know

If you like it
If you would keep reading it
Predict what will happen
Any suggestions

Thank you guys so much for reading the entire thing i know its long.
Best answer 10 points!!!!!

it's good but i am a stickler for spelling. work on it.

2009-03-07 15:20:27 by Mr. Gumbo