from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition
- n.pl. Clothes, especially pants, made of blue denim.
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- n. A pair of trousers made from denim cotton and dyed dark blue.
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English
- n.pl. a tight-fitting trousers made of blue denim or a similar fabric, designed originally to serve as inexpensive durable workclothes, and often having metal rivets for reinforcement. They have become very popular as casual wear for all age groups, and more expensive and more carefully styled and tailored versions called designer jeanshave also become popular among girls and women.
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Another first-person account: a couple of years ago I was about to take off on a flight to San Francisco when a portly, balding man wearing blue jeans and a polo shirt bearing words something like “Blue Sky Natural Gas Pipelines” entered my row.
The clear-cuts brought to mind the traditional folk hero image of a lumberjack: a smiling bearded guy wearing blue jeans and a plaid flannel shirt and holding an axe.
We need some starched crisp frocks to go with all our torn-kneed blue jeans and helmets.
“Unhook me, big guy,” she said, turning her back to me while she unbuttoned her blue jeans and let them drop to her ankles.
She gathered an armful of dirty running socks and musty-smelling blue jeans and dumped them into the hamper.
At the end they all shouted and blew and tooted and waved at once, they cried, “Yay, Chris!” and Chris stood, looking at them, for once in clean blue jeans and a neat top and her hair combed, looking fifteen, and she tried to smile but her mouth trembled and she turned her head swiftly away and disappeared.
When Robert Ireton came out in old blue jeans with his strong brown arms folded across his bare chest, waiting for someone to row him to a log, the Woodlawn children and all the children of their neighborhood went mad with glee.
Beheler is a tall, strong-looking man with light brown hair and a brushy mustache, and when I met him, he was in blue jeans and a button-down oxford with a patch designed after the Sun Records seal.
On the other hand, he had on paint-spattered old blue jeans and a torn T-shirt that said TRUCKERS LIVE IN HEAVEN.
He came through a curtained arch — a tall and bony youth, maybe eighteen, in a blue shirt with open collar, and blue jeans he could have got from Sears Roebuck.