Addendum: For the adopted family, I bought a thick cotton velour robe requested by the 28 year old on the list. The list just said "robe" and I thought about me and those hand towels that made me feel so rich and figured that she might like one that weighs a ton by itself and feels so luxurious. Indeed, wandering around the store carrying it, I probably rubbed a hole in it from touching it so much myself. It's a pretty ivory color, too, which should go with anything.

And it's cotton. A must have around here if you don't want to slip out of your gown and have your hair standing up from static electricity. The other day, Rob and the boys were passengers in Rob's cars as I drove us around and Rob's head was touching the car ceiling, making his hair stand straight up. It was really funny. :)