When my mother lived in a cozy townhome named Pansy Cottage, she had a dark purple blanket that was big and so warm and soft. I said something about its being like hugging the Cookie Monster. So I started to call it, and other blankets that had a similar feel, Cookie Monsters.
When Mom and Shane lived in another city, I found a Shabby Chic lavender Cookie Monster under the purple comforter on the guest bed.
Finally, I bought my own Shabby Chic Cookie Monster in mint green years ago. It lies over my purple-and-teal-word duvet cover.
And a few Christmases ago, I bought Bruce his own gray and ivory Cookie Monster. And because I talk far too much, he totally got the significance.
Inspiring lists, sparkling reads, and quirky musings from a writer~reader~wife~mama~advocate who wants to seek, create, and savor life's sweet bits.
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