I just always wear bows. I always love bows, and it's always been my thing.
I wear a lot of boyish stuff, but I prefer to throw a fur coat on top just for the hell of it.
Anytime I don't have to wear a bra is a good day.
I'm really into laces; I always accessorize with shoe laces whether I wear them as a belt, or attached to my shorts or in my hair or as a bracelet.
There's not really a ban on the KIA bracelet specifically. There are regulations for wearing the uniform and specifically jewelry, and Marines are not allowed to wear bracelets. This falls under that spectrum. Now, the KIA bracelet will be lumped into the same category as the POW/MIA bracelets, which are approved for wear.
I'm big-busted... I can't always wear the cutest bras, and it makes me so mad.
I learned a lot about pain and suffering during 'Pan Am.' We had to wear very constricting period-correct girdles and bras. After that, I learned to read a script with an eye toward the undergarments.
I have loads of underwear, but only wear the bras because I never wear knickers.
I have to wear two sports bras when I do my cardio. It takes a lot to hold these puppies up!
I don't think God cares if I wear nail polish or not. I don't think that's a deal breaker for him.
She has a wash and wear bridal gown.
I'm a big fan of the Adidas three-stripe old-school zip-up tracksuit tops. I've got several for everyday wear, including an olive-green one, a burgundy one and a cream one with leather arms.
I prefer a three-piece suit myself. Very sixties rock and roll. But they're not too quirky. Businessmen could wear them.
I'm vain. My arms are thin, but I'm vain about loose flesh. And so I'm careful that what I wear will show off my best parts, which are my waist and my butt.
I love Calvin Klein underwear. That's the only kind of underwear I wear.
I might wear a $10,000 outfit on a weekend, no cap.
I'm very carefree - I wear whatever I want.
Do I wear a helmet? Ugh. I do when I'm riding through a precarious part of town, meaning Midtown traffic. But when I'm riding on secure protected lanes or on the paths that run along the Hudson or through Central Park - no, I don't wear the dreaded helmet then.
We forge the chains we wear in life.
Supposedly, some writers work in rowdy coffee shops or compose whole novels to Megadeth, but when I write, I wear a pair of chainsaw operator's earmuffs.