Thin Cotton Robe

I've tried a sarong at the beach, but the thin cotton or polyester does not absorb anything, so I need a separate towel. Is there such thing as a beach robe or beach towel dress?

Well I have a Towelini... that's pretty much exactly what you are describing. It's basically a towel which can be wrapped and tied into a dress.

I used to have a sarong, but I found the polyester would get stinky and it didn't absorb anything.

The Towelini is made of organic cotton... so it's absorbent and it dries fast.

I don't know if you can get it at regular retail locations, but you can get one online at http://towelini.com/

2008-04-21 15:22:57 by J D

it fell on me, melted into a stream, The roaring blast was broken against the thin cotton robe which enclosed fiery warmth. And I, having won the ...

My son is 9 months old, we are going to egypt next summer which is where my husband is from. Summers there are extremely hot as you probably know, and I want to get my son a galabeya/arab robe/thobe to wear. I plan to get something of a thin cotton and in white preferably, so he can just wear his nappy underneath and not be too hot in fussy babygros etc!

Does anyone know of anywhere I can get some for him?

just buy them from egypt they sell them there everywhere ask ur husbands family maybe they know of good quality stores

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"You're the apple of my eye Amanda", John said.
"Really John?" Amanda asked, as she felt his amber eyes burn deep into hers.
"Yes Amanda" John said.
"But what about Jennifer" Amanda said, unsure of what she was feeling, hating herself for the way he aroused her body.
"What about her?" John said.
"Don't you love her John" Amanda proclaimed ferociously, perching her crimson lips in most tensed of fashion, eyeing John like a lion does before he bites into the neck of a helpless gazelle stranded alone in the emptiness of the African rainforests under the ruthless godless sun. "No" John proclaimed gently, like a mountain spring before it disappears back forever lost in Mother earth’s soiled grasps. There was no reason for an explanation, John concluded.

"Hold me John" Amanda said
John's strong muscles rippled thunderously under his thin pink cotton tee shirt.
"I'm here baby". John said patiently
"Take me here, on the floor", Amanda said, whispering gently into John's ear.
"I will make you my woman Amanda" John kissed her neck tenderly, undressing her silk robes.
“Oh yes John”, was all that Amanda could mutter, as John’s lips explored her private treasures.

They fell on the marble floor, like two feathers do, separated from a phoenix emerged from grays of ashes, for their love burned with same desire that rivaled that of god's magical will that gave new life to the mystical fiery bird. Their inflamed bodies rolled across the cold floor, but it did not matter for the fire of their skin overwhelmed them and they made ardent love through the night.
Thank you.. wow so many good critiques

First line was cliche.

This part (eyeing John like a lion does before he bites into the neck of a helpless gazelle stranded alone in the emptiness of the African rainforests under the ruthless godless sun. ) is wordy and stands out, but not really in a good way.

"Hold me John" Amanda said - This is cliche and just melodramatic

I'm just going to stop here. If you want my honest opinion, this does reminds me a trashy romance novel, but it's too cliched and melodramatic to be taken seriously. All I kept visualizing in my head were old b/w films where the damsel faints in the arms of her captor.

Today's reader needs something a little more believable (meaning more believable dialogue) and less melodrama.

2008-12-31 07:26:00 by toolate

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here is the link for the first part. if you haven't read that, Reiko has just been stabbed by her friend in the street and is calling her friend.

http://uk.answers.yahoo.com/question/ind ex;_ylt=AtmC_b7LmrO0Yhh9JkPn8NbwBwx.;_yl v=3?qid=20090430113559AAZlSPH

I bent my knees a bit, slumping.
I was going to die. I was only fourteen. I’d never kissed a guy properly, I’d never driven a car, and I’d never had children. Every single thing I’d ever planned slipped away in my mind. It was over. I didn’t even have a will.
I pulled out my phone, and clasped the other hand to my side. I dialled in Natsumi’s number, and called. The familiar, soothing ringtone blared like sirens in the silence. A click as Natsumi picked up.
“Hey, Reiko, what are you doing, calling at 10? If my mum catches me on my phone, I’m dead.” She grumbled.
“Nat, you know if anything happens to me I want you to have my watch. You know, the gold and purple one from Venice.” I whispered into the plastic.
“Sure. What’s this all about? You’re not leaving, are you?” she said, calming down.
“Maybe. I just, you know, wanted to tell you that.” I fought to keep my voice normal.
“Are you sure you’re okay? You sound kinda ill.”
“I’m fine-” I coughed, and choked back tears at the same time “-but don’t forget our promise,”
“Never,” she swore vehemently. I don’t even know what ‘vehemently’ means, but it sounds right to describe how she sounded.
“Bye,” I whispered. Tears rolled down my nose. I ended the call, and turned the phone off.
I felt cold. Ice was slipping into my veins, and my knees wouldn’t hold me up much longer. I sank down, and closed my eyes.

*

The next thing I remembered was feeling warmer. Not as warm as I would have liked, but like someone blowing gently across my face. I shivered and sat up. My side ached, and I grasped at it. I was still in my uniform. Why would I be in a hospital in my school uniform? Didn’t they normally take your clothes and give you a scratchy cotton dress to wear? I looked up. I wasn’t in a hospital. Not one I’d ever seen.
The floor was white marble. The walls hung with drapes, shades of deep purple and rich green, with fringes of gold tassels all along the top, suspended by gold railings that twisted like snakes and wove in between the curtains like weeds. The ceiling was vaulted, criss-crossed with wooden beams and hung with chandeliers. The room itself seemed to funnel me inwards to stare down at a chair. The chair was pretty simple, yellowing wicker and cotton cushions sewed with little mirrors that gleamed in the crystal chandelier light. Behind the chair was a door. It could have been from any building anywhere in the world, just completely plain and simple. Its bronze handle twisted, and an old man hobbled through.
“Well, young lady, come here. Quite a misadventure you’ve had,” he wheezed through mostly empty gums. He clutched at a cane in his hands, twisting them repeatedly over a knot in the wood.
I pulled myself reluctantly to my feet and walked over. The stab in my side didn’t hurt now, wherever I was. My footsteps made no noise on the floor, when they should have made a racket in this hall.
As I approached him closer, I could see every wrinkle and crease in his wizened face. It was almost tree-like, or a wood carving of a man’s face. His small body hunched in the chair like a forlorn doll, but his almost toothless smile made the lines at his eyes curve upwards in glee. His short, thin legs stuck over the sides of the chair, miniscule compared to the sturdy legs of the wicker chair. His ragged clothes were out of another century, robes frayed but still bright and bold as daylight.
“Sir, sorry, but what is this place?” I asked, wonder seeping into my voice.
“Why, Reiko, this is the afterlife.” He said warmly.
I was dead. I was dead, gone, deceased, departed, dead. But how could this happen? I was only fourteen! I hadn’t had a fair chance yet! Who was to say I wasn’t going to invent a cure for cancer or something? I was never going to see my family again, not until...
No. I didn’t want to think of that. I couldn’t wish them dead, that would be wrong.
“I’m sorry,” the old man said glumly. He lowered his head, leaving me to myself. Something warm ran across my cheek, and I realized I was crying. It wasn’t fair; I’d been cheated out of my chance, and by my best friend, no less. Why would she do that? Betrayal and disbelief tore at my heart.

It's pretty solid. Good imagery without overdoing it. I'm going to pick at a couple technicalities but take this as a compliment because I think you are ready to advance to a next level:

(1) You have a tendency to string short choppy sentences together and you could combine many of them into longer more complex sentences. Example: "... stare down at a chair. The chair was pretty simple..." Combining those sentences will remove the awkward transition in which you refer to the chair twice in quick succession.
(2) Play around with constructing sentences never using the word 'was'. When we talk, 'was' is an extremely efficient word that helps us decribe things quickly in as few words as possible, so when we continue that habit into writing, we actually rob ourselves of opportunities to use more expansive language. It will seem like a weird thing to do at first, and you'll notice it can take a lot of words and dancing around to avoid 'was' but that exercise forces you to craft your sentences into more poetic arrangement and tempo.
(3) Don't overdo either one of those last two suggestions. If you have not yet completed a work, it's fine to just ignore all technical advice until later. If you are serious about completing something, completing it is more important than technicalities, so just remember the order... Write forward, experiment, explore, expand and develop, complete your work then think about technicalites when it's time to take the next step. (After completing a work, the next step is reworking it for technicalities and fine tuning your style.)

Overall, that's a positive reaction from me. You are doing a lot of things well, and discovering, tuning and finalizing your technicalities and styles might make you quite good.

2009-04-30 12:05:01 by Robin