She was wearing a drab ensemble of gray cotton sweatpants and a loose-fitting pale-yellow knit top, and her brown hair fell in bangs just above her eyes.

NEWYORKER: The Hardest Vote

West Elm has a cotton stripe one that comes in a terribly au courant citron with a gray edge.

WSJ: Feathering a Summer Rental Nest | Living Well by Rita Konig

The curtainless windows were rectangles of electric-blue sky that turned to gray and then normal daylight as the patients rose and slowly, in their thin striped cotton robes, began wandering down the corridor that led into the common room.

NEWYORKER: The Reptile Garden