The last christmas my dad was alive I bought him a flannel jacket to wear when bringing in wood. I was so proud to buy it ofr him because i knew he would use it for years. He died that april. He wore it only a few times. I don’t know where it is now but I know i will find it one day and cry.
The last christmas my dad was alive I bought him a flannel jacket to wear when bringing in wood. I was so proud to buy it ofr him because i knew he would use it for years. He died that april. He wore it only a few times. I don’t know where it is now but I know i will find it one day and cry.
Flannel pyjamas. I love pjs… very much. Especially bottoms. FLANNEL PYJAMA BOTTOMS. Soft, comfy. LITTLE KID DAYS. Dont’ we all miss them? Crap, bad spelling. Well, hmms… what else to write about flannel? I have never actually heard it used a lot. Just for flannel pjs. Does that mean it’s not used for anything or just that I need to see more of the world? I guess I do. I hear random tubas right now. FLANNEL TUBAS HOLY CRUD. That’d be cool. ’nuff said?
I got my dad a nice flannel shirt for his birthday. I know it’s kind of lame but I have this odd vision of my father, traipsing around in the woods decked out in flannel. Pants, hat, scarf, shirt.. I was only trying to make it a reality.
Flannel reminds me of 90’s grunge and music. You always see photographs of the late Kurt Cobain wearing a clearly oversized flannel shirt that probably belonged to an old relative.
toasty and fuzzy. i wore them all through high school and college. particularly a huge brown and blue one i stole from my boyfriend at the time. funny how flannel was pictured walking down the runway at high fashion shows
One of the only flannels that I own was given to my by my father when I was too small for his long arms and I shivered in the cold. There’s a cigarette burn in the breast pocket, right by where his heart would be. He never took it back.
My good friend is a lesbian. Before she came out to us she always used to want to be a lumber jack. She had a bunch of flannels and knit hats. She would put them all on together and look longingly in the mirror. I think she really did want nothing more then to cut down trees alone.
flannel. what is flannel? last time I checked it was a type of fabric, but today it’s the fabric that you hold over our bodies as we hide from the real world. Kiss me?
i sat on the flannel towel thinking:” WHAT ON EARTH IS HAPPENING IN MY LIFE!!!” I pulled the towel up and started chewing on it. Eventually, I realised it wouldn’t budge. Boo….
pajamas. They’re just a little bit too long and they rest and the top of my feet. Hanging off my boyish hips like some wild animal clinging for life before it’s lost the last of it’s skin.
I own two flannel shirts. One’s really warm, the other one isn’t real flannel, just flannel pattern, you know, plaid. I really like it, it’s super grunge and I like grungey style.
something i wear to work in the winter time, outdoor retailer is full of this, i wish i had a quilt made out of it, or atleast looks like it, some pieces are blue, some are red, some are black, some are green, some are grey, winter time pleasures about in the light of it
like a shirt or a funnel
a spiders web that was woven in a spiral filmy, like wispy cotton down a vortex
or a lumberjack chopping in to bits its a tree
a tee for golf tea shirt flannel?
\what has that got to do with anything
oatmeal
The softness of that fabric brings be back to sleepovers, giggling, watching Greece and Now and Then. I loved the thickness of flannel pajamas, the way they kept my ever-cold body warm even in the most frigid of winters.
Colleen used to walk out of that room in that flannel nightgown, ooh, old school. I am a throwback, unsettled by the hidden and not the revealed. I miss those innocent days with her laugh and her freckles.
Today my 15-yr-old daughter wore one her dad’s plaid flannel shirts to school. It is Spirit Week, and today is Lumberjack Wednesday. I asked if they’d all be singing the Lumberjack song from Monty Python…”I’m a lumberjack and I’m Ok…”
True confidence is when you stand at the checkout counter, greasy hair, sandals over mid-calf socks, cut-off shorts and an ill-fitting, wrinkled flannel, thinking you’re cool. In addition to “confident” we also call this “ridiculous”.
Oh, flannel! How I loved you, back in those slouchy, greasy middle school days. My headphones singing to me, my heart shaped box of angst tucked neatly inside the breast pocket.
We wear flannel on spirit days. It reminds me of lumberjacks and hipsters. They’re comfy. I have a red one that I got for free from my neighbor across the street. It’s from the Gap and I feel cool when I wear it. It’s soft. It has snowflakes stitched on the inside.
well i really love the flannel shirt that my grandpa gave to me right before he died. it is very soft and i wear it as much as i can because it still smells like he did and i will always cherish it for as long as i live
waschlappen laufen durch die wohnung. nein, sie werden weggetragen. von einer katze. jedes mal kriegt sie sie. egal ob aus der spüle, dem wäschehaufen gebuddelt oder aus der hand gemopst. dann trägt sie sie durch die wohnung, sucht sich ein schönes plätzchen und zupft und zupft und zupft…
she sighed as she climbed into bed alone. again. the warm sheets comforted her as she cried her self to sleep. she missed him. the sheets were flannel, her favorite.
An old man in grey flannel trousers walked across the bridge. He paused at the entrance to the park, looked inside. If he found what he was looking for it didn’t shpw. He sighed and walked on.
And I’m walking behind a man with long, shaggy hair wearing an old and torn flannel. He smells terrible. I smell terrible. We all smell terrible. This is terrible.
The last christmas my dad was alive I bought him a flannel jacket to wear when bringing in wood. I was so proud to buy it ofr him because i knew he would use it for years. He died that april. He wore it only a few times. I don’t know where it is now but I know i will find it one day and cry.
The last christmas my dad was alive I bought him a flannel jacket to wear when bringing in wood. I was so proud to buy it ofr him because i knew he would use it for years. He died that april. He wore it only a few times. I don’t know where it is now but I know i will find it one day and cry.
Flannel pyjamas. I love pjs… very much. Especially bottoms. FLANNEL PYJAMA BOTTOMS. Soft, comfy. LITTLE KID DAYS. Dont’ we all miss them? Crap, bad spelling. Well, hmms… what else to write about flannel? I have never actually heard it used a lot. Just for flannel pjs. Does that mean it’s not used for anything or just that I need to see more of the world? I guess I do. I hear random tubas right now. FLANNEL TUBAS HOLY CRUD. That’d be cool. ’nuff said?
Warm, cozy nights by the fire, curled up with a cup of hot cocoa!
I got my dad a nice flannel shirt for his birthday. I know it’s kind of lame but I have this odd vision of my father, traipsing around in the woods decked out in flannel. Pants, hat, scarf, shirt.. I was only trying to make it a reality.
Flannel reminds me of 90’s grunge and music. You always see photographs of the late Kurt Cobain wearing a clearly oversized flannel shirt that probably belonged to an old relative.
—”my back hurts me”
—”i don’t particularly care”
—”i like your flannel shirt”
—”thanks”
—”can i wear it”
—”no”
toasty and fuzzy. i wore them all through high school and college. particularly a huge brown and blue one i stole from my boyfriend at the time. funny how flannel was pictured walking down the runway at high fashion shows
One of the only flannels that I own was given to my by my father when I was too small for his long arms and I shivered in the cold. There’s a cigarette burn in the breast pocket, right by where his heart would be. He never took it back.
My good friend is a lesbian. Before she came out to us she always used to want to be a lumber jack. She had a bunch of flannels and knit hats. She would put them all on together and look longingly in the mirror. I think she really did want nothing more then to cut down trees alone.
flannel. what is flannel? last time I checked it was a type of fabric, but today it’s the fabric that you hold over our bodies as we hide from the real world. Kiss me?
i sat on the flannel towel thinking:” WHAT ON EARTH IS HAPPENING IN MY LIFE!!!” I pulled the towel up and started chewing on it. Eventually, I realised it wouldn’t budge. Boo….
i really don’t know what ro say about this word. Are there flannel trousers? and shirts? maybe kisses? we really don’t know
pajamas. They’re just a little bit too long and they rest and the top of my feet. Hanging off my boyish hips like some wild animal clinging for life before it’s lost the last of it’s skin.
Winter.
Blanket.
Warm.
Sleep.
I own two flannel shirts. One’s really warm, the other one isn’t real flannel, just flannel pattern, you know, plaid. I really like it, it’s super grunge and I like grungey style.
something i wear to work in the winter time, outdoor retailer is full of this, i wish i had a quilt made out of it, or atleast looks like it, some pieces are blue, some are red, some are black, some are green, some are grey, winter time pleasures about in the light of it
like a shirt or a funnel
a spiders web that was woven in a spiral filmy, like wispy cotton down a vortex
or a lumberjack chopping in to bits its a tree
a tee for golf tea shirt flannel?
\what has that got to do with anything
oatmeal
red, blue green. crossing paths on a journey to nowhere. moving front and back, back and forth. up and down. complimented by the dark of a black boot
The softness of that fabric brings be back to sleepovers, giggling, watching Greece and Now and Then. I loved the thickness of flannel pajamas, the way they kept my ever-cold body warm even in the most frigid of winters.
Keeps you warm on the coldest nights, but is totally inappropriate when trying to feel sexy. Single ladies wear flannel pajamas to bed.
flannel is a kind of material used in to make suits like grey flannel suits.
Colleen used to walk out of that room in that flannel nightgown, ooh, old school. I am a throwback, unsettled by the hidden and not the revealed. I miss those innocent days with her laugh and her freckles.
nice and warm, baby love, sleep , I love ,
Today my 15-yr-old daughter wore one her dad’s plaid flannel shirts to school. It is Spirit Week, and today is Lumberjack Wednesday. I asked if they’d all be singing the Lumberjack song from Monty Python…”I’m a lumberjack and I’m Ok…”
True confidence is when you stand at the checkout counter, greasy hair, sandals over mid-calf socks, cut-off shorts and an ill-fitting, wrinkled flannel, thinking you’re cool. In addition to “confident” we also call this “ridiculous”.
a fabric. a soft kind of fabric
Oh, flannel! How I loved you, back in those slouchy, greasy middle school days. My headphones singing to me, my heart shaped box of angst tucked neatly inside the breast pocket.
warm and inviting his shirt against my skin
and I’m doing everything I can to change the way it’s been
our silence like a siren, it’s all i can hear
I don’t want to be the first to talk, strictly out of fear
My stomach does a flip, followed by a flop and then butterflies are born
Oh, to know what it feels like to be lovelorn
Our eyes finally linked and he said,
“We haven’t met yet, I’m ted.”
my mind is all over the place, I wish it was easier
I want to reach for his hand, but mine get sweatier
I can’t talk, instead I smile and nod
I try to keep a calm, mature facade
He loses interest and looks away
I’m used to it, for me, it’s just another day
We wear flannel on spirit days. It reminds me of lumberjacks and hipsters. They’re comfy. I have a red one that I got for free from my neighbor across the street. It’s from the Gap and I feel cool when I wear it. It’s soft. It has snowflakes stitched on the inside.
well i really love the flannel shirt that my grandpa gave to me right before he died. it is very soft and i wear it as much as i can because it still smells like he did and i will always cherish it for as long as i live
waschlappen laufen durch die wohnung. nein, sie werden weggetragen. von einer katze. jedes mal kriegt sie sie. egal ob aus der spüle, dem wäschehaufen gebuddelt oder aus der hand gemopst. dann trägt sie sie durch die wohnung, sucht sich ein schönes plätzchen und zupft und zupft und zupft…
she sighed as she climbed into bed alone. again. the warm sheets comforted her as she cried her self to sleep. she missed him. the sheets were flannel, her favorite.
Snow encrutsted ground Grandpa leaving his trail with ax in hand, the handle drags
she sighed as she climbed into bed, alone. again. the warm sheets comforted her as she cried herself to sleep. flannel, her favorite.
A flannel reminds me of a jacket for some odd reason. actually i am not really sure what this word means! What is a flannel?
An old man in grey flannel trousers walked across the bridge. He paused at the entrance to the park, looked inside. If he found what he was looking for it didn’t shpw. He sighed and walked on.
Oh, immer noch Flannel…
Ich hab Hunger.
Ich geh jetzt was essen.
Pfannel.
Hmmmm, lecker…..!
And I’m walking behind a man with long, shaggy hair wearing an old and torn flannel. He smells terrible. I smell terrible. We all smell terrible. This is terrible.
we have a flannel sheet across the porch.. and the rains make a sound of water gurgling over plastic.. maybe we need to replace the sheet..