She sat down beside him, unmindful of the mud on her denim skirt.

I was wearing a short denim skirt, white T-shirt and sandals.

She wore a blue denim skirt on the knee and a striped shirt with the collar turned up.

She gave me a hostile look, smoothed her long denim skirt, and sat down again.

It seeped through what had been a plain white blouse with a denim skirt.

The young woman, dressed in a short denim skirt, jumped up.

I settled on boots, a long denim skirt, and a white knit shirt.

A checked shirt tied over a denim skirt is one of her decorative thoughts.

She wore a short denim skirt and an old red blouse beneath.

The wind was blowing up the back of the blue denim skirt she wore.