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[noxennz]

Stay Warm and Dry with the Best Hooded Towels and Surf Ponchos

For surfers and beach lovers, staying warm and dry after a long session in the water is crucial. Enter the hooded towel, surf poncho towel, and surf towel poncho. These versatile items have become essential gear for anyone who enjoys spending time by the sea. Whether you're changing out of your wetsuit or just need a cozy wrap to fend off the chill, these products offer the perfect solution. Let's explore the benefits and features of the hooded towel surf, surf poncho towel, surf towel poncho, and hooded towel.

Hooded Towel Surf

A hooded towel surf is a specially designed towel that combines the functionality of a towel with the convenience of a hood. These towels are perfect for surfers who need to dry off quickly and keep warm after catching waves. The hood helps keep your head and ears warm, which is especially important on windy or cooler days.

Benefits of a Hooded Towel Surf

Warmth: The hood provides extra warmth, making it ideal for chilly beach days.

Comfort: Made from soft, absorbent materials, these towels are comfortable to wrap around your body.

Convenience: The hood makes it easy to keep the towel in place, freeing up your hands for other tasks.

Versatility: Can be used not just for surfing but for any beach or pool activity.

Surf Poncho Towel

A surf poncho towel is a wearable towel designed to function like a poncho. It provides full coverage, allowing you to change in and out of your wetsuit or swimsuit with ease and privacy. Surf ponchos are typically made from high-quality, absorbent materials that dry you off quickly.

Benefits of a Surf Poncho Towel

Privacy: The poncho style offers full coverage, so you can change clothes discreetly.

Absorbency: High-quality materials ensure quick drying.

Ease of Use: Simply slip it over your head, and you're good to go.

Style: Comes in various colors and designs to match your personal style.

Surf Towel Poncho

A surf towel poncho is similar to the surf poncho towel, offering the same benefits with slight variations in design. These ponchos are often favored for their stylish appearance and functional features, making them a favorite among surfers.

Benefits of a Surf Towel Poncho

Quick Changing: Makes changing in and out of your wetsuit or swimsuit easy and private.

Comfort: Soft and cozy, perfect for warming up after a session in the water.

Practicality: Designed with the surfer in mind, combining style and function.

Durability: Built to withstand frequent use and the harsh beach environment.

Hooded Towel

The hooded towel is a versatile piece of beachwear that is not limited to surfers. It's great for kids and adults alike, providing a cozy wrap after swimming or playing at the beach. The hood ensures that you stay warm and dry from head to toe.

Benefits of a Hooded Towel

Universal Use: Suitable for all ages and activities, from beach days to pool parties.

Extra Warmth: The hood keeps your head warm, making it perfect for cooler days.

Softness: Made from plush, absorbent materials for maximum comfort.

Ease of Use: Simple to put on and take off, making it a convenient choice for everyone.

Conclusion

Whether you're an avid surfer or just love spending time by the water, having the right gear can make all the difference. Hooded towel surf, surf poncho towel, surf towel poncho, and hooded towel products offer a blend of functionality, comfort, and style. They keep you warm, dry, and provide the privacy you need when changing. Investing in these items ensures that you can enjoy your time at the beach or pool to the fullest, no matter the weather or conditions. Stay warm, dry, and stylish with the best hooded towels and surf ponchos available!

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🌊👶 Why Kids Poncho Towels are the Coolest Invention Since Underwater Bubble Gum! 🌈🌞🏖️

Picture this: You're at the beach with your little water adventurers, frolicking in the waves and building sandcastles. But when it's time to dry off and change, the struggle is real. Wet, sandy towels, tangled limbs, and frustrated cries—it's like trying to solve a Rubik's Cube blindfolded! 😫 Well, fear not, my fellow beach-loving parents, because I've got the inside scoop on the greatest beachside invention since underwater bubble gum: kids' poncho towels! 🎉👧👦

[byunpum]

Aunt Y/N sully being the 'cool one' in the family.

Pair: Nephews sully x Aunt human reader x Ao'nung and tsireya and rotxo baby.

Warning: None, cute moments with sully and metkayina kids. Aunt Y/N being cool.

Note: I received these two request "click here".i I wanted to put them together since I had no ideas on a scenario. But I still hope you like it a lot. Thanks for leaving these requests, I love the aunt Y/N series.

AVATAR MASTERLIST

Jake had to beg Ronal to let you stay with them at the Metkayina clan. He was worried that you were in danger. You were his younger sister, and he was very sure that Quaritch would come looking for you. So he went to great lengths to get them to let you move in with them. To his good luck they agreed.

On the other hand your nephews were so excited to have you with them in their new home. You made the adjustment more comfortable and fun.

It didn't take long for them to introduce you to the Metkayina children. They were so curious, they had heard so many stories about how amazing you are and all that. "Hello…I am" you start to speak, when you feel Rotxo take your hand and greet you. Trying to make you feel comfortable with a human greeting. Lo'ak had taught you several things. "hello my name is rotxo!!!" the boy shouts, you think he is very adorable.

From that moment on, no matter where you went or what you were doing all 6 boys were after you. Watching and asking everything you did, everything you did was new and cool to them. Like riding waves, human style.

"This is called a surfboard" you say, while presenting the new work of art you had created. You got an old wood, and you were working on it to make it perfect for the waves. "And you climb on it?" asks ao'nung, the boy's tail wagging from side to side. While neteyam and lo'ak was already getting on the board.

"Yes, you get on it and let you ride the waves" you make a motion with your hands. You watch as tsireya copies you and imitates your movements. You take the board and walk out into the ocean. The day was perfect for surfing. You watch as all the guys sit on the sand to watch you demonstrate.

You are sitting on the board, moving your hands in the water. You had a beautiful metkayina outfit. You weren't ashamed to wear navi clothes, they looked great on you. You were waiting for the perfect wave, but you look back and see your new admirers looking at you with excitement.

A very big wave is coming and this is your chance. You swim towards it and with ease you can ride the wave. The guys are fascinated, watching how you glide with ease, how you have a perfect balance. And how you get lost in the tunnel and the wave drops.

"Oye…. your aunt is gone" says ao'nung while looking at neteyam. The boy gets up from the ground, trying to see if you are on the surface. Out of nowhere you swim out with your board. You see that all the guys are clapping. "That was awesome…it's my turn" says lo'ak running into the water.

Later that week, after a day of practice. All the kids are sitting around talking, and you walk up to them with something in your hands. "Hello my loves" you say tenderly. " Helloooo" sings tuk, coming up to you, to hug you.

You start handing her some kind of knitting ponchos. You had made one for each of your nephews. Since they were little, but you realized that they had already grown up a lot. They barely fit him and tuk ended up wearing them all.

You give one to kiri, neteyam and lo'ak. And a smaller one to tuk. You notice how the other kids look at you curiously. You laugh a little. "I also made some for my new kids" you say. You give tsireya, ao'nung and rotxo their knitting ponchos. The kids are so excited. They watch as the sullys kids try them on and they do the same.

"They look great!!!" you arrange the garment a bit on rotxo's shoulders. "Can we call you auntie Y/N?" asks tsireya, you adjust her hair a little bit. "Of course!!!" you smile. Saying goodbye to the guys.

"Your aunt is so cool… and pretty" says rotxo while blushing. Everyone looks at him in silence and then laughs all together.

[fidelapouit]

I bought a surf poncho to chill at home... Feels like I wear nothing on my diaper... But it's not really hiding it when I sit on my couch 😅

[stardustandash]

i see you in my dreams

Whumptober Day 26: Nightmares – parting words regret

Beneath Crosshair’s feet a few pebbles break loose and tumble down into open air. It only takes Crosshair a few seconds to lose sight of the small targets. Though he must be hundreds of feet up, he can still hear the faint clatter as they hit the ground two minutes later.

If he jumps he will have no chance.

He probably deserves it.

Ao3 Link

Crosshair stands at the edge of a cliff. Wind rushes past him, cold and thin. Below clouds swirl over dark trees, more shadows than anything else at this height. He never used to be scared of heights. In fact he preferred them. They gave him a good vantage to scope out incoming danger and pick his targets with ease. Now he feels a flip of fear in his gut as he peers down over the edge.

Beneath Crosshair’s feet a few pebbles break loose and tumble down into open air. It only takes Crosshair a few seconds to lose sight of the small targets. Though he must be hundreds of feet up, he can still hear the faint clatter as they hit the ground two minutes later.

If he jumps he will have no chance.

He probably deserves it.

Even though the thought of all the empty air between himself and the ground scares Crosshair, he thinks it might just be an excellent way to leave it all behind. He slides forward an inch, just enough to dangle his toes over the edge.

Footsteps race behind him. Crosshair tenses. Being caught was not in the plan. He doesn’t have time to turn when he’s grabbed by the shoulders and swung back away from the cliff. He hits the ground hard, rock digging into his knees and palms. Crosshair looks back up at the person who dragged him away from the edge.

Tech stares back as he vanishes over the cliff.

Crosshair’s heart stops.

He sits frozen on the ground while his brother falls. Even though he can’t see over the edge he can still see him falling, limbs flailing against the wind with nothing to save him.

He can still hear Tech hit the ground.

The crunch of plastoid against stone is loud. It rings in Crosshair’s ears, shouting his failure. Though Crosshair hasn’t moved he can see Tech’s broken body. Where his armour has cracked against the stone to reveal broken bones and blood. He can see the broken goggles, and behind them sightless eyes staring into him. Asking why Crosshair had let him die, asking him why Tech had to sacrifice himself for him.

.

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Crosshair shoots out of bed, chased by the image of dead brown eyes. He pants, breaths coming heavy as his one hand grips tight to the sheets. A nightmare. It was just a nightmare. He hangs his head down and tries to even out his breathing. Through the open window Crosshair can hear the quiet sound of the surf against the rocks echoing distantly up the mountain. He tries to time his breaths to the waves, like Omega told him to when they went down by the sea to meditate.

It takes a minute, but eventually his ragged pants calm into slow breaths and he feels his shoulders drop. He looks up at his small room with its curved ceiling and dangling sea glass trinkets. Usually he feels calm knowing that this is his space, but right now it feels too small. He slips out of bed and into his shoes.

After Crosshair escapes his room he takes a moment to listen to the quiet sound of his family sleeping in their own rooms. Then those brown eyes pop back up to haunt him and with a shudder he makes for the door.

The night air is cool. Enough so that Crosshair crosses his arms over his chest and wishes he’d thought to grab a poncho or jacket or something, but he doesn’t want to go back and risk waking someone up.

He wanders aimlessly through the empty streets of Pabu with no particular destination in mind. The city is quiet, and only a few lanterns are lit along the streetcorners. Crosshair knows how to move silently, and he employs that skill as he makes his way around. No lights come on in any of the houses, and he doesn’t encounter anyone else out for a late night stroll. Not even any of Pabu’s many resident animals.

When Crosshair finally starts paying attention to where he is, it takes him a minute to recognize the spot. Somehow he’s managed to find himself on the quieter side of the island. There’s no houses here, just a few twisting paths down to the water and a small bay at the bottom for fishing boats. The moonlight glitters off the water as he looks out across the boats to the sea.

Crosshair stands at the edge of a cliff. The path twists away sharply to his right, following a steep but steady incline to the water’s edge. But here Crosshair is looking down about fifty feet to where the water crashes against the rocks below. His stomach does a little flip at the sight of the waves breaking against the rocks.

The dream comes back to him. The cliff edge, Tech, his brother’s broken body.

It would be so easy to follow the urge he had felt in his nightmare. To step off the cliff and be no more. But he wouldn’t let Hunter be rid of him so easy. And Wrecker and Omega would cry. Crosshair backs up from the cliff and sinks down onto the rock with a sigh.

Tech sacrificed himself to rescue him, and Crosshair hadn’t been there. He couldn’t even remember the last thing he’d said to Tech. It would have been on Kamino. No doubt some remark full of rage and hurt and accusation. He couldn’t remember. The only thing that sticks out in his memory of those hours trapped beneath the sea is Tech defending him, understanding him.

Crosshair wishes he’d had the strength, the humility, to turn around and get on the Marauder with the rest of them in the aftermath. Or at least to say something. He sighs in time with the waves below. He knows Omega talks to Tech sometimes, when she thinks the rest of them can’t hear her. It feels pointless to Crosshair. Tech can’t hear the words, they’re only a comfort to Omega. If he says everything he wishes he had to the empty air, it’ll only make him feel better, it won’t do any good for Tech.

Crosshair’s bones are etched with regret. And though the empty air entices him to embrace his fear and step out into the void, he must ignore it. This is where his decisions have led him, he must live with it now.

[novelistash]

My prize money pays for a new outfit. I look like a hiker in the rain, but the plastic poncho and goggles are necessary. Flying is rarely comfortable and I might end up flying in the rain. The weather won't be a problem for Connie, my Swanna, but I will be a cumbersome package when wet.

I get out my backpack and spend the better part of thirty minutes assembling the litter. It's a reinforced tarp held together by pipes and it feels more dangerous than it is. Mine is adult sized, big enough for a man who has four inches on me to lay down from elbow to toes, but it feels too small. I consider replacing Connie with a larger flier, but it'll require a detour that I don't want to make. I have a belldum to raise and it still isn't out of its egg.

With the last of the litter assembled, I lay it on the ground and summon Connie. She comes out with her wings extended, ready to splash opponents with surf. It's a reminder that I need to change her moves around. Once she sees the litter, the four foot long white bird uses her beak to help attach the handles above me.

"Alright, Connie. Let's fly!"

Hopping up and balancing her fifty pounds on the pipes connecting above my back, she summons a gale of air that lifts us off the ground. My stomach drops and I hang on to the upper edge of the pipes. Below us children are pointing at the once pedestrian sight of a trainer on wing.

Using my Poketech X, I orient us when we're well above the highest building in Lilycove. A direct flight to Slateport is gonna be exhausting and I don't know if I'm gonna get there before nightfall. If I go as the spearow flies, I might end up over the rocky islands east of Slateport, which could be full of wingulls, shuppets, and whatever's left of Team Aqua. Their efforts had been foiled for a second time, but criminal elements never truly disappear.

No, the safe bet is to fly over route 123 and end up in Mauville and Mt. Pyre is a detour I can easily avoid, only I tilt the frontal grips towards the south. Connie obeys, taking me straight for the flat-topped island shrine. Wind chills my exposed skin and I lean into my Pokémon's flight. Connie flaps once and our tailwind redoubles its strength to bring my eye to the ground. The stomach lurching terror makes me shout and laugh.

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Connie makes spectacular time. Within twenty minutes we're rounding on the grassy peak of the hollowed inactive volcano. There's a wide walkway leading up to the sacred steps of the main shrine, it makes for a natural landing path but two trainers are battling. A gout of flame is more than enough warning. Connie turns us about to circle until this cool trainer and hex maniac settle their battle. The woman with long wild hair looks familiar. I fought her back when I did tours of Hoenn to keep my team in shape. I used to know her name.

Two circles later the cool trainer has the Sableye beat. The trainer and Pokémon jump into the air to celebrate their victory. I don't recognize the fire Pokémon, it's the second stage of that bunny thing from Galar. Trainer and Pokémon clear the path and Connie and I can finally land.

The ground comes up fast and hard. Even though Connie's brought up a pillow of air to cushion my landing and the litter takes most of the impact, it still rattles my bones. I crawl out fast, wipe the mud off my pants and feed Connie a treat.

"Hey, mister," says the try-hard sixteen year old. "You ain't supposed to fly here."

"So call a kill Joy. What are you here for?"

"Battles. You wanna try your luck against my Raboot?"

"No, thanks. You can tell everyone you beat me. I'm hear to pay my respects."

The cool trainer mumbles something about me being a vagrant and walks off. Connie is anxiously waiting a recall, but I keep her out. The sun isn't giving the ghost Pokémon a lot of reason to stay hidden. I push the handle of the litter down, folding it up as I store it by a bench.

The hex maniac approaches. There's this sort of manic glee in her eyes and I swear she's smiling wide enough to drool.

"Please don't tell me you're wasting money on a revive to fight me," I grumble.

"My powers are beyond the needs of such trivial expenses," she says like she's auditioning for a role in a movie.

I arch a skeptical bro.

"I have a some Zigzagoons running pickup."

"Ah. Well, I decline the battle. I'm here to pay my respects to lost Pokémon."

"That'll be a problem." A long gnarled hand points up the path and lands on scaffolding and plastic curtains covering the main shrine. "The actions of the ambitious have denied your desires."

I sigh. "Listen, I'm pretty sure we've met before. What was your name again?"

Her long berobed arm goes down in, and snakes its way up to pull back a long graying curtain of hair. Her skin is whiter than the tombstones around us. Though she looks no more impressive than any other hex maniac I've ever faced, somehow all of her fake spiritualism is really giving me the creeps. "You can call me, Valerie."

"Yeah. Hi, Valerie. Listen, I've lost a few Pokémon over the years and I was hoping to find a place to pay my respects. Is there anything like that here?"

"Over this way, ASH."

I follow her for a few steps before I ask her, "So you remember me?"

"Remember you?" She laughs and it's more of a hissing sound than a cackle. "I used to see you three times a week. You were the one who gave me my ziggies."

"I was?"

"You don't remember."

"I trained a lot of Pokémon over the years and I probably got rid of a thousand in my pursuit of a perfection. Believe me when I tell you it's nothing personal."

Valerie makes the forlorn mewling sound and right before I think she's going to cry, she stops by the statue of an Absol and smiles at me. "A younger version of me would've been heartbroken to hear that. Now it fills me with glee to know that you were so selfish."

I swallow. "I'm sorry. I didn't ever think-- I wasn't... I'm sorry."

Her crooked teeth gleam in the hazy fog of Mt. Pyre's basin. "It makes me happy, like watching a wingull finally succumb to poison."

Morbid, but then this lady has probably been coming back to this spot for over ten years. Her concept of normal is probably grim. "Why does my crass attitude make you happy?"

"Hmm?" she muses and looks to the white circle of the descending sun. "You were never worth the tremblings of my heart. I was wrong to think our souls could dance in death." She laughs. "It was me that was dancing-- dancing alone with the dead."

"Yeah, um, about that. Why do you keep coming here anyway? Are you like a ranger?"

"A ranger? No. No one gave me such a noble purpose. It is the souls of the Pokémon that bring me back. They are lonely and so I hug them when I can. Sometimes we share a laugh. Sometimes they dare me to give them my body."

"That sounds like a great way to end up in the hospital."

This time her creepy laughter does reach a cackle. She is laughing at my ignorance in the way that a teenager might laugh at a child, though we are clearly about the same age only her body has been worn down by her life among the grave. "The dead understand life more than the living, they do not waste their precious breath on words and training."

"Then why do you fight?"

She laughs harder, doubling over from the strain her cackling puts on her gut. That long curtain of hair hides her ghastly face and she points. A small shrine isn't too far. Around the stone monument is a patch of gravel surrounded by a solid ring of salt one foot thick. "Go, mourning trainer. Leave me to your sorrows and your life without reflection."

I take a step and then turn to face her crazed stare. "Don't you worry about spending all your time with ghosts? People need to be around other people."

"I am with minds that love life. You..." Her laughter approaches a place of sorrow. "You are closer to death than they, only you do not know it. You are a fool who surrounds himself in ignorance, and I am darker than a Sableye. I am clearer than their crystals. You are the shadow of your defeats, the ashes of the burnt. Go, coward. Go cry over your ash!"

Cackling in a wild voice, she walks away, leaving me to the solitude of the shrine.

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My meditation is haunted. The row of salt, the haze of incense, the string of charms are all too powerful to allow any ghosts inside, but I am haunted all the same. Valerie basically told me that she had a crush on me, but it was a crush I never noticed. I only ever saw her to vanquish her Sableye and collect some pen. She was a name in a long list of trainers that I beat to bulk up my auxiliary teams, but I'd left an impression on her.

Long breaths help me settle my heart, but I have to force the image of Doryu dying to get my mind back on the tragedy of my fallen friends. I take out six candles and lay them under the pyramid roof of the shrine. I light a dried out stick and light the candles in sequence.

Doryu, my Garchomp who fell to a Sylveon. Fission, my self destructing Metagross. Spiritomb, Roserade, Porygon Z, and Lucario.

These six had all died because of my prideful ambition to be a champion but many more had been cast aside because I deemed them inefficient. At least the Zigzagoon's in Valerie's care were helping her sustain this wild life of isolation. Others had been discarded to the wilds. I'd needed to breed thousands to achieve my goal of crafting the perfect team. Only everything I did wasn't enough to make me the champion. I didn't even have the conviction to honor their sacrifice.

Rain comes down soft. I wish it was hard, to pelt my skin, and punish my body for the folly of my past, but I'm dressed for rain and the gentle shower is more of an ablution than a gauntlet. So I breath soft, letting the petrichor still my heart, and accept that the pokemon who are lost fought because they believed in me. I chose them because they were fighters, even though Lucario and Roserade weren't made to be champions. When they died I blamed myself for trying to make those Pokemon into something they weren't but maybe it was me that didn't understand my soul.

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Connie is ready to fly when I return, but there's no sign of Valerie. The rain is still falling, but it is a gentle sprinkle that wouldn't scare off a hex maniac like Valerie. She'd chosen this life of isolation, tended to the wounded hearts of the dead, but one day she would join their ranks. Some believed that dead humans could become ghost pokemon but I never did. I thought that Pokemon like Spiritomb and Gengar devoured human souls to keep themselves strong, but I never stopped using them.

I still have a Gengar and maybe it's not right for me to carry around Sorrowfell. Yet, Sorr is my pokemon. I raised her to fight and help me navigate the haunted corners of Alola. Handing her over to Valerie might be disrespectful, an insult to not only her but my Gengar. These Pokémon are my allies and I'm going to need the help of others if I'm ever going to make sense of my life.

Goggles on. Plastic hood in position, I lay down on the litter. "Let's fly, Connie."

She hops up onto the top of the litter, flapping to keep her weight from pushing down on the ground. Through the power of wind that feel more like magic than a physical reaction we rise into the droplets. Connie makes an excited trill to join the wind and water, to experience the elements of her existence.

Down below I see a naked pasty white woman dancing with her wet hair covering everything lewd. Valerie continues to move to an erratic beat, swaying along with ghosts my untrained eyes can't see.

I turn my eyes west, to clear sky that leads over to Mauville. It'll be a place to rest and hopefully a place to buy some decent clothes. Slateport is a city of Coordinators and entertainers. I'm gonna need to fit in if Esther Flowne is gonna give me the time of day.

It's strange that I keep thinking about how others see me. Valerie is someone I reflexively call a maniac, but she knows who she is and what she wants. Maybe that's part of why she's so scary. There's a certainty in being so mad, that the opinions of others no longer matters. I've never truly been in that state. The closest I ever got was a transitionary period where my unwashed state was a cost that came before my transformation. The Battle Chateau was a place for me to show off, just as my life in Sinnoh before that. Maybe it wasn't love that I wanted from Meriel at all. Maybe I just wanted a life where people would be jealous of me. @trainerspiral

[pkmnsciencej]

So my mun promised some concept art during the event intermission, despite knowing that they'd have THIRTEEN different things going on. Well, here is some of it. Explanation under the read more.

The first one is a close up of my outfit from the saga. The mask was based on the Dreepy line, with the little side wings and big eyes. The chevron of my poncho mimics the markings on a Dragapult. That's right; it's a poncho. Why? Something about "preserving my general body shape." IDK I just work here.

I also had a sick pole lantern that went unused. There wasn't any good way to use or mention it, really. Maybe it'll come back someday. Put a tiny Litwick in there.

The left is a concept sketch of me surfing on Sterling. That concept was based off of the Tour de Alto Mare scene from Movie 5 (Pokemon Heroes). That wasn't FUN, by the way, I almost FELL OFF and DROWNED. TWICE.

That's all they had for now. Though, the mun did mention that they'd have some stuff for the new event soon. Watch out for that.

[enjomo-arch]

Thinks abt ace being able to fire surf like he uses his flames to power the striker but why not fire surfing in the air then mhhhh also kind of wanna imagine that if Ace moves on the lands or huge islands he always looks for a place where he can borrow a horse.... He loves horse riding and I also imagine him wearing a huge poncho < 3

[callejondelinfierno]

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[mrmathis]

📢 Ponchos modernes et traditionnels pour tous les âges !

Cette semaine, j’ai craqué pour un poncho pour ma femme, ultra doux et élégant, parfait pour les soirées fraîches. J’ai aussi déniché un poncho pour mon homme, idéal pour les escapades en plein air, sans oublier le poncho de mon enfant qui adore se blottir dedans après la plage. Pour les aventuriers, le poncho surf homme est un incontournable : pratique, léger et stylé. 🏄‍♂️

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[noxennz]

Personalized Comfort: Exploring Custom Hooded Towels and Surf Towel Ponchos for Women

In the realm of comfort and convenience, custom hooded towels and surf towel ponchos have emerged as popular choices for women seeking both practicality and style. These specialized towels offer a personalized touch and unique design features that cater to the needs and preferences of modern women, whether they're hitting the beach, relaxing at home, or on the go.

Custom hooded towels provide a personalized and luxurious option for women looking to add a touch of individuality to their daily routine. With the ability to customize the color, pattern, and even monogramming, these towels offer a unique opportunity for women to express their personality and style. Whether it's a vibrant floral print, a bold geometric pattern, or a sophisticated monogram, custom hooded towels allow women to create a towel that is uniquely their own.

Surf towel ponchos are another popular choice for women seeking comfort and convenience during beach outings and water activities. These poncho-style towels feature a hooded design and a loose, oversized fit that makes them easy to slip on and off over swimwear. With their absorbent and quick-drying properties, surf towel ponchos provide a convenient and stylish solution for drying off after a surf session or lounging on the beach.

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[tammie1984]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Mexican Baja Hoodie Poncho - Woven Mexican Hooded Sweater - Surfer Drug Rug.

[deirdreisme]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Roxy Hooded Sweater Small Stripe Hoodie Surf Poncho Style Gray Oatmeal Multi.

[mariequien]

Simply perfect days

//May24, Fuerteventura

Back in Fuerte, again. Living on a sailing boat. Awe. Enjoying every moment so much, the constant gentle movement, the dancing winds, the marina sounds, the huge ocean waves, the various tones of blue and green and turquoise ... gratitude.

Surrendering. All-in.

Morning run with dramatic volcano view - Yoga and Breathwork at the pier - Breakfast at the boat in the morning sun - 1min walk to the Kitesurf school in FlipFlops, Bikini and Surf Poncho - Turtle sighting right next to our Kite boat - Butterflys flying in my belly while I practice to fly out of the vast Atlantic Ocean on my kite - Dancing under the stars on my sailing boat - Everything is made of star dust, our bodies, too.

[saltycsaltyc]

Explore Salty Sea Clothing in South Africa - Salty-C's Coastal Fashion

For the finest salty sea clothing in South Africa, look no further than Salty-C. Their coastal wear captures the essence of coastal living. Visit their website, www.salty-c.com/, to explore an array of beach-inspired fashion that embodies the spirit of the South African coastline. From stylish beachwear to casual coastal attire, Salty-C has you covered. Buy now!