I watched the past year spin about me like the moon does unto the Earth. I stuffed my emotions down into a deep denim pocket where they were safely hidden from the light and the voices. But if they care, it won’t matter about what one hides. Lay it out, let them see. It’s something I never learned until it was too late. Things cannot be reversed. If it’s a gift or a curse, I’m not quite sure yet.
i used to have a pair of handpainted overalls that i loved..kt loved them too…they were from the artist around the corner with a firefly on them…i wonder if i still have them? God i loved them and never ever wore them…
I never understood why people call them overalls. Its the craziest thing ever! I wanna burst out with laughter everytime. People wear them and they are best called pants in my opinion. I guess the new generation wouldn’t know anyting about overalls. The bottom line is overalls is a very old term used by the babyboomers. The babyboomers had a lot of unusual terms. Well to the hiphop generation that is! Nonetheless overalls is the best way they knew how to describe pants. Overalls! I guess they do cover over all your business. Too funny!
Overall? Overall, I feel used. Just sick of being a doormat you know. You ask me for my overalls, what I think at the end of it. And i think, what was all that for? What was all that fucking for? WHat do I get in return for all this shit i go through to make you ok?
i remember when i was a young boy my mother dressed me and my brother in overalls to take pictures. i hated wearing the dreaded outfit but it made for a memorable photo. my mother still has it hanging at home.
He was wearing a pair of faded overalls, a pitchfork in one hand and the dead cat in the other. She was crying, her mascara running in zebra stripes down her face. It was the ginger tom, her favorite. He had been standoffish and rough, a scrappy cat with wiry fur and flea-bitten ears.
This reminds me of my great uncle. He’s always in overalls. Maybe he’s the reason I like them so much, because I have fond memories of visiting him and my aunt.
The young boy tugged on the old man’s overalls.
“Grandpa?”
“Yes?”
“Your overalls have holes in them,” the boy pointed to his grandfather’s knee.
“They’ve had their share of workin’ days.”
Denim overalls on a hot afternoon, the metal buttons smelling metallic in the cheap fabric and under the swelling sun. It could be anywhere, but the sense of nostalgia and warmth remains. A past snippet of simplicity, and dirty overalls.
Sitting on the dank and dirty ground, looking out over the sea of houses. I remember then about how I used to run wild through the fields that now no longer exist there…. How I would ride on my favourite horse, Sugar, in my old pair of overalls. “Soon”, I think as I look one last time at the houses coming closer and closer to my doorstep, “Soon no one will even remember my beautiful farm ;and the memories that where once occurred on the land under their feet..”
A memory comes back, one of overalls and skinned knees, borrowing a smile from my best friend while we ran across concrete, ice pops melting in our small hands.
My uncle is a painter. Not like an artist type painter, but an interior decorator type painter. I remember when I was young he came over in his overalls and painted and wallpapered our house. It was the first house I remember living in. He was always funny, my uncle. Always telling jokes and keeping everyone entertained.
Overalls are ugly as hell clothes, that have 2 straps that go over your shoulders. Mostly worn by HillBillies, Hippies, and Farmers. Mostly made of denim.
the feeling of the scratchy denim fabric is harsh against my skin in the late August sun. Farming, it seems, is not without its tolls. Without the overalls, your legs would be torn and scratched from the briars and swordgrass within minutes of exiting your truck.
she had a smudge of grease on her cheek and her overalls, a faded shade of sky, were torn at the knee. she smiled when she saw me and i wouldn’t have cared if the world were ending right then and there. “mind giving me a hand?” she said, pointing to the rusty truck in the garage. i could only nod.
and she sat, in her overalls. she didn’t know what to say she just sat there looking at the stains on her overalls. she folded her hands nervously in her lap. she looked at the dull brown linoleum table and took a deep breath.
I used to have this pair of overalls when I was a kid. I thought it was pretty fashionable. Although, looking back, it probably wasn’t. They weren’t very comfortable either. Even if I tried to convince myself that they were. But I’m pretty glad they’re out of style now, being completely honest.
overalls were cool back in the day…I remember wearing them with one of the straps undone…you know the “cool way”. That was me. I had a pair of overall jeans as well as overall shorts. The pocket in the front was cool…
overalls.. haven’t seen anyone wearing them lately. the people who do remind me of the past. sometimes things from the past come back and shape the future.. i wouldn’t underestimate them.
The overalls fit fairly well considering I have put on a bit of weight in the last couple of days. I know I should not have had those eggs benedictine for breakfast with the ham and the spinach. Really fattening, especially with all that sauce. Still I feel pretty comfortable considering that I feel tight around my stomach and the material is a bit stiff since I did not
Overalls remind me of the south and farms. Like way back when in the 1900’s when the people were racist about blacks. How people worked very hard for very little and still had nothing to show for it.
Muttering faces covered in paint is what I see in front of me. That disgusting, chipped sort of paint that looks suitable only for old, neglected house-walls or backyard fences. At second glance, I see.
Overall, my overalls fit me well. Well, not the kind of fit that is typical for overalls. The pockets were not nearly as high as they were supposed to be (an omen of bad luck) and the straps hung lose at the shoulders. What a horrible fit.
The faded pair of overall lay in my drawer. I hadn’t worn it since elementary school, and by high school, I had forgotten about them.
But they were the last thing from my childhood I could remember. I wasn’t much of a girl back then – I played baseball with my older brother and never really wore skirts, so my overalls were my best friend.
In middle school, I had to wear a uniform, but I couldn’t forget about my favorite piece of clothing.
In high school, they were just a figment of my imagination.
i’ve heard this word for what seemed like the hundreth time oh maybe not the hundreth but i have read abot it. i dont get it but i know it’s a type of clothing that people wear during…what? summer? winter? i dont know but from the sound of it, it’s quite hot and a sweaty. i never owned one but when i would be able to own one, i think i would really have a hard time using it.
I used to wear overalls,
they were really annoying,
it felt like I was in jeans all over my body,
which I guess I was,
but I loved them because I only had to wear 1 piece of clothing.
My mom use to dress me in overalls as a child. I use to love wearing them actually. I remember when I had my 5 or 6th birthday at Peter Piper my sister and I are dressed in purple overalls while we have our dinosaurs in our hands. Ha
The farmer wiped the sweat from his forehead and hiked up his overalls. The sun beat down on the rows of corn. It’s useless, the farmer thought. The crops are going to die. I can’t save them no matter how hard I try.
Denim article of clothing. Worn mostly by country folks. Back in the day it was worn by grunge-out city chicks, who would accessorize it with a flannel blouse. I wish overalls were back in style due to their practicality. It doesn’t require much and can be worn with anything.
We wore tha same signs
Split sleeves, down to the wrists
She tried, but couldn’t resist
The make up, make believe, the made up manners of her cover up capital
– Her uniform, her suit, her overalls told us all… The dress maketh the man
Rushing to flush the toilet I turn around looking for the last strap of my overalls. Quickly I snap it back in and open the door to meet my friend at the sink. She looks at me with a puzzling expression before asking, “what happened?” I look back at her just as confused. She points to the left strap of my overalls and I see it has been soaked. Oh my God! I think to myself, how embarrassing. It must have fell in the toilet as I was searching for the strap.
“Oh, I, uh… I think my mom bleached it.” I replied while reaching for the soap. She didn’t seem to buy that. I reached for a paper towel and grabbed my back pack from her, thinking of something new to talk about while we walked to class.
dirty man, lots of paint, happy hours, stress, movement, new things, old things recovered, made better, blue, orange white, college fun, sculpture plaster
Hillbillies generally wear overalls. However, I’m not judging this article of clothing. I believe they would be ideal to wear if society didn’t believe different. They just look comfortable and you wouldn’t have to worry about there being any ‘sagging’. Society could improve by wearing overalls.
it seems to me that overalls are over rated. Just think about it, why buy just one piece of clothing to wear on almost all of your body. There is no room for design, only for laughter.
overalls. remind me of farmers. remind me old times. remind me of when everything was simpler. remind me of the 90’s. remind me of jeans. overalls. memories.
Old Mcdonald had a farm, ea ea yooo… Really, that’s the first thing that flashes through my mind when I hear or see this word.
I watched the past year spin about me like the moon does unto the Earth. I stuffed my emotions down into a deep denim pocket where they were safely hidden from the light and the voices. But if they care, it won’t matter about what one hides. Lay it out, let them see. It’s something I never learned until it was too late. Things cannot be reversed. If it’s a gift or a curse, I’m not quite sure yet.
i used to have a pair of handpainted overalls that i loved..kt loved them too…they were from the artist around the corner with a firefly on them…i wonder if i still have them? God i loved them and never ever wore them…
I never understood why people call them overalls. Its the craziest thing ever! I wanna burst out with laughter everytime. People wear them and they are best called pants in my opinion. I guess the new generation wouldn’t know anyting about overalls. The bottom line is overalls is a very old term used by the babyboomers. The babyboomers had a lot of unusual terms. Well to the hiphop generation that is! Nonetheless overalls is the best way they knew how to describe pants. Overalls! I guess they do cover over all your business. Too funny!
Overall? Overall, I feel used. Just sick of being a doormat you know. You ask me for my overalls, what I think at the end of it. And i think, what was all that for? What was all that fucking for? WHat do I get in return for all this shit i go through to make you ok?
If I ever decide to give birth to a human being later in life, I want her first outfit to be a pair of overalls.
I just think it’s the cutest thing ever. Dark denim overalls with a little pink flower on the side of the leg, and maybe her name embroidered in it.
I would just hold her and hug her, and enjoy the scent of a newborn.
i remember when i was a young boy my mother dressed me and my brother in overalls to take pictures. i hated wearing the dreaded outfit but it made for a memorable photo. my mother still has it hanging at home.
He was wearing a pair of faded overalls, a pitchfork in one hand and the dead cat in the other. She was crying, her mascara running in zebra stripes down her face. It was the ginger tom, her favorite. He had been standoffish and rough, a scrappy cat with wiry fur and flea-bitten ears.
This reminds me of my great uncle. He’s always in overalls. Maybe he’s the reason I like them so much, because I have fond memories of visiting him and my aunt.
The young boy tugged on the old man’s overalls.
“Grandpa?”
“Yes?”
“Your overalls have holes in them,” the boy pointed to his grandfather’s knee.
“They’ve had their share of workin’ days.”
Denim overalls on a hot afternoon, the metal buttons smelling metallic in the cheap fabric and under the swelling sun. It could be anywhere, but the sense of nostalgia and warmth remains. A past snippet of simplicity, and dirty overalls.
Sitting on the dank and dirty ground, looking out over the sea of houses. I remember then about how I used to run wild through the fields that now no longer exist there…. How I would ride on my favourite horse, Sugar, in my old pair of overalls. “Soon”, I think as I look one last time at the houses coming closer and closer to my doorstep, “Soon no one will even remember my beautiful farm ;and the memories that where once occurred on the land under their feet..”
A memory comes back, one of overalls and skinned knees, borrowing a smile from my best friend while we ran across concrete, ice pops melting in our small hands.
My uncle is a painter. Not like an artist type painter, but an interior decorator type painter. I remember when I was young he came over in his overalls and painted and wallpapered our house. It was the first house I remember living in. He was always funny, my uncle. Always telling jokes and keeping everyone entertained.
Overalls are ugly as hell clothes, that have 2 straps that go over your shoulders. Mostly worn by HillBillies, Hippies, and Farmers. Mostly made of denim.
the feeling of the scratchy denim fabric is harsh against my skin in the late August sun. Farming, it seems, is not without its tolls. Without the overalls, your legs would be torn and scratched from the briars and swordgrass within minutes of exiting your truck.
she had a smudge of grease on her cheek and her overalls, a faded shade of sky, were torn at the knee. she smiled when she saw me and i wouldn’t have cared if the world were ending right then and there. “mind giving me a hand?” she said, pointing to the rusty truck in the garage. i could only nod.
and she sat, in her overalls. she didn’t know what to say she just sat there looking at the stains on her overalls. she folded her hands nervously in her lap. she looked at the dull brown linoleum table and took a deep breath.
I used to have this pair of overalls when I was a kid. I thought it was pretty fashionable. Although, looking back, it probably wasn’t. They weren’t very comfortable either. Even if I tried to convince myself that they were. But I’m pretty glad they’re out of style now, being completely honest.
overalls were cool back in the day…I remember wearing them with one of the straps undone…you know the “cool way”. That was me. I had a pair of overall jeans as well as overall shorts. The pocket in the front was cool…
overalls.. haven’t seen anyone wearing them lately. the people who do remind me of the past. sometimes things from the past come back and shape the future.. i wouldn’t underestimate them.
I can’t think of anyone cuter than a baby who wears overalls. Chubby cheeks, rolly polly arms and legs, denim overalls.
The overalls fit fairly well considering I have put on a bit of weight in the last couple of days. I know I should not have had those eggs benedictine for breakfast with the ham and the spinach. Really fattening, especially with all that sauce. Still I feel pretty comfortable considering that I feel tight around my stomach and the material is a bit stiff since I did not
Overalls remind me of the south and farms. Like way back when in the 1900’s when the people were racist about blacks. How people worked very hard for very little and still had nothing to show for it.
Muttering faces covered in paint is what I see in front of me. That disgusting, chipped sort of paint that looks suitable only for old, neglected house-walls or backyard fences. At second glance, I see.
Overall, my overalls fit me well. Well, not the kind of fit that is typical for overalls. The pockets were not nearly as high as they were supposed to be (an omen of bad luck) and the straps hung lose at the shoulders. What a horrible fit.
The faded pair of overall lay in my drawer. I hadn’t worn it since elementary school, and by high school, I had forgotten about them.
But they were the last thing from my childhood I could remember. I wasn’t much of a girl back then – I played baseball with my older brother and never really wore skirts, so my overalls were my best friend.
In middle school, I had to wear a uniform, but I couldn’t forget about my favorite piece of clothing.
In high school, they were just a figment of my imagination.
i’ve heard this word for what seemed like the hundreth time oh maybe not the hundreth but i have read abot it. i dont get it but i know it’s a type of clothing that people wear during…what? summer? winter? i dont know but from the sound of it, it’s quite hot and a sweaty. i never owned one but when i would be able to own one, i think i would really have a hard time using it.
I used to wear overalls,
they were really annoying,
it felt like I was in jeans all over my body,
which I guess I was,
but I loved them because I only had to wear 1 piece of clothing.
My mom use to dress me in overalls as a child. I use to love wearing them actually. I remember when I had my 5 or 6th birthday at Peter Piper my sister and I are dressed in purple overalls while we have our dinosaurs in our hands. Ha
The farmer wiped the sweat from his forehead and hiked up his overalls. The sun beat down on the rows of corn. It’s useless, the farmer thought. The crops are going to die. I can’t save them no matter how hard I try.
Denim article of clothing. Worn mostly by country folks. Back in the day it was worn by grunge-out city chicks, who would accessorize it with a flannel blouse. I wish overalls were back in style due to their practicality. It doesn’t require much and can be worn with anything.
We wore tha same signs
Split sleeves, down to the wrists
She tried, but couldn’t resist
The make up, make believe, the made up manners of her cover up capital
– Her uniform, her suit, her overalls told us all… The dress maketh the man
Rushing to flush the toilet I turn around looking for the last strap of my overalls. Quickly I snap it back in and open the door to meet my friend at the sink. She looks at me with a puzzling expression before asking, “what happened?” I look back at her just as confused. She points to the left strap of my overalls and I see it has been soaked. Oh my God! I think to myself, how embarrassing. It must have fell in the toilet as I was searching for the strap.
“Oh, I, uh… I think my mom bleached it.” I replied while reaching for the soap. She didn’t seem to buy that. I reached for a paper towel and grabbed my back pack from her, thinking of something new to talk about while we walked to class.
His greasy uniform created a barrier between them. She found it a symbol of his lack of effort of this relationship, and she was sick of it.
dirty man, lots of paint, happy hours, stress, movement, new things, old things recovered, made better, blue, orange white, college fun, sculpture plaster
Hillbillies generally wear overalls. However, I’m not judging this article of clothing. I believe they would be ideal to wear if society didn’t believe different. They just look comfortable and you wouldn’t have to worry about there being any ‘sagging’. Society could improve by wearing overalls.
it seems to me that overalls are over rated. Just think about it, why buy just one piece of clothing to wear on almost all of your body. There is no room for design, only for laughter.
Overalls are weird. It’s not pants, but it’s not a unitard or whatever either. The fuck is it? I dunno. It is it. I shall refer to it as ‘it.’
overalls. remind me of farmers. remind me old times. remind me of when everything was simpler. remind me of the 90’s. remind me of jeans. overalls. memories.