"Alice's robes were seasonal. She hadn't exactly planned it that way, but that's how it evolved. In winter there was a long, warm, deep purple terry-cloth robe. In spring she changed to a new blue-and-white cotton kimono. In summer there was a white chenille bathrobe with a pattern on it, and in the fall she wore a cotton robe her husband had bought her as a surprise gift. They were useful, practical garments, but when she thought about it, she realized she wore them as much for the feelings and memories they evoked as much as their physical