spun silk

Moonlight danced on Fox's hair, making it seem like spun silk.

You've done things, risked your life for cold rocks and poorly spun silk.

The feeding tube is made of loosely spun silk.

Nola was waiting for him, slim and sleek in a black sheath of spun silk.

This was likely spun silk, a thin, breathable shirt-like fabric.

Spiders had spun silk in the shadowy upper corners.

Three major landmasses were linked by colossal bridges that looked like golden spun silk.

A tumbling mane of purest white, fine as spun silk, dazzling in the dim light.

It lives in colonies in a shelter of spun silk spanning many branch tips.

Fulfilling orders from London, two of the factories were throwing mills which produced high quality spun silk thread.

I started toward it, checking out systems with a word as I moved, getting the feel of moving inside the suit's cage of spun silk.

Spun silk is softer than thrown silk and easily blended with other fibres.

Jack, looking down, saw what his friend already knew; a throwster's cart was directly below, full of spun silk bolts.

Silk crape is woven of hard spun silk yarn in the gum or natural condition.

He folded himself in spun silk polymer sheets, and sat on other sheets inflated with air to form a pillow beneath.

Like spun silk.

He stroked her face, and then ran his fingers through her hair, looking at it as if it were made of some delicate, finely spun silk.

Her honey blond hair caught the sunlight like spun silk, surrounding her lovely face with a soft halo of feminine radiance.

"Spun silk hair," said Mason.

Saturated with fabric, from finely spun silk and brocade to dirty rags, this 1974 production is a battle between passion and poverty.

He was twenty years old-you could see the youth in his carriage-but his hair was dead-white and fine as spun silk.

When Analisa's hair gleamed like spun silk, Frannie laid the brush aside.

She possessed the whitest mane, like spun silk on silver-haired angels.... His eyes refocused.

She wears a print dress and an attitude like portraits on a candy box, hair like spun silk, all smiles and maternal warmth.

That ridiculous fine, straight hair, soft like spun silk thread when she brushed against him..."If I'd wanted you here, I would have invited you.