The story of Elmo

My Mom is a seamstress. She will never admit it so don’t ask but the girl can sew.
She sewed clothes for me as a child. My kids were no doubt adorable but on holidays when Nana decided they needed new clothes, she whipped up some of the best outfits. Nothing from the stores were good enough for my kids. Nana originals. I’m hoping when blueberry comes, maybe he/she might have the pleasure of wearing a Nana original. Oh, btw, blueberry is the size of a turnip now but I don’t really want to call he/she turnip. Not cute. Not cute at all.

Once upon a time, in 1981 my mom made me a robe. Not just any robe, but a red robe. It was fuzzy and had pockets and a hood. At 17 years old, there is zero appreciation for a robe.

Many years later, a friend of Courtney’s named my robe Elmo. Fuzzy…yes. Red….yes. Elmo it is.

Every winter, people that know me, love me and live with me, know that Elmo will make an appearance. Elmo is warm and comforting. I have no idea what kind of fabric Elmo is made of but 35 years later, my favorite piece of clothing is still going strong. Elmo has no rips or tears, the red is still vibrant and Elmo is my extra blanket when the temperature drops below about 75 degrees.

For your enjoyment, I give you……………Elmo


It has been below 75 degrees this winter and Elmo has already been washed and worn. Elmo will do his job in our treacherous Florida winter and then will be hung back up in the closet until next year. Don’t be jealous. Not everyone can have an Elmo and a super hunky husband.


the girl that needs her fireplace, shown in the picture repaired. Help me find a brick mason that can help my 113 year old FP.


About Charmadawn

Jesus lover šŸ’œ Wife of Steve for 36 years šŸ’œ Mom to 2 grown kiddos šŸ’œ BB to grandsons Jack, Luke and Patrick Joseph šŸ’œ5 years ago we purchased, Rescued and Restored a 118 year old farmhouse and we live together as a multigenerational household. Come follow our crazy. Isaiah 54:7
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