Hello! My name is Cailyn-Ann Louise. I’m blessed to be a published baby model and have been looking for ways to give back. I was named after two very important women in my life. My grandma and great grandma. I share the same initials and my grandmother and I have acquired my great grandmother’s nickname, Cookie.
Both women would have lavished me in gifts if they were here. Clothing and fashion was always a must for them. In honor of these ladies generosity and love, I have decided to open a FREE THRIFT STORE.
Sometimes times are tough for our families and they may not want to ask for help or have the funds to spend at certain times of need, so this is where I would like to help by donating my clothing. Most of the amazing outfits I get to wear once if that and would love to spread the love.
All of these items will come in a box with a bow, and a little letter ready to warm a heart. All I ask is you take a picture and tag #cookiescloset and where the outfit is located. Please help by spreading the love and keep the woman who is so near and dear to me and my story alive. Let’s keep track of these items and see how far they get! Cool right? I thought so.
Once you are done wearing the outfit simply put it back in the box with the note and a new note if you would like, and gift the outfit to someone who will love it just as much as you did!
Best of Luck
Aka COOKIE 🍪
“What’s the real scoop on Cookie?”
So here’s the scoop. I’m cookies mother and her real name is Caitlyn-Ann Louise Bruno. My mother was an amazing woman. It breaks my heart every day when I look at my daughter and realize she will never get to meet her grandmother my mother will never be able to meet someone as sweet as my dear Cookie. My mother’s name was Carol-Ann Barone. I never really grieved her death considering she died when I was eleven, so naming my daughter after my mother was just unbearable. So I stuck with the same initials. My mother loved to shop and from what I remember and literally made a match, from my head to my toes and from my rubber band to my shoes. Our appearance was everything! Even though we didn’t have it together no one would ever know cause we looked like we did. We were pretty poor, my father had died when I was five so we made ends meet. My grandmother was named Ann as well. We lived, we seemed alright, and we loved each other fiercely. How could I not name my daughter after them? Shortly after my mother died, my grandma fell ill and died of a broken heart shortly after.
Having a child you can be selfish. I needed to somehow incorporate my husbands family. Funny thing is we picked these two names for my first pregnancy. I had a boy. The second pregnancy, I stuck with the name. So the powerful woman’s name of his side was Louise. My husband’s grandma was amazing. She passed right before I became pregnant for the second time. I didn’t know what I was having but I knew something powerful would come from the root of the name alone if it was a girl. Low and behold (I’m biased), but I have given birth to the most beautiful and powerful little girl in the world. Phil’s grandma went by Cookie. She was the talk of the town, always. Always took care of everyone, helped everyone, tipped everyone, and spoiled all the kids. I wasn’t even hers and the minute I walked into the house I was kindly given money to go shopping. She always wanted everyone to feel beautiful. She was beautiful. As years went on she treated me as her own, and I shortly fell in love with the Grandma I had missed as a kid.
Unfortunately, none of these strong brave women have been able to meet my daughter but in hindsight, I would like to believe they are a part of her. That a piece of them is with her. After she was born I was asked by my husband if I would mind if we called her “Cookie”. A couple of drips of morphine after my c-section, honestly I didn’t care what he called her as long as I could sleep. Never in a million years did I think it would stick and today, Cookie she is.
All these women were very strong and powerful Italian New Yorkers. I have been blessed, my husband and I have good livelihoods and we are thankful to our families for raising us the best they could. There’s no one in the world I would want my daughter to be like other than them!