This a guest post by Angela Tsai, Factory45'er and co-founder of Mamachic.
There's a lot that changes when you have a baby.
I curse less — at least out loud. I eat better. I scrutinize labels. I forego makeup. I'm alternately more patient with kids, but less patient with other adults. I'm more assertive. I take deeper breaths. I wear yoga pants even when I'm not doing yoga. I ask for help more. I'm grateful for the little things. I've become environmentally-conscious.
Upon having a baby, I suppose I became a grown-up.
I'm not gonna lie. I often miss the “old” me, or at least parts of me, when I used to have the energy and motivation to be social, dress up and want to look my best. I love being a mom, but I do I miss that confidence that I once had in my pre-baby body.
I once felt I could be amazing, each and every day.
So, mix all of these changes that motherhood brings, with traveling full-time with your kids? When you have to pack and unpack all of your family's worldly possessions every month from a minivan, you realize real quick what it is you want versus what it is you need. Two years ago, when my son Max and I joined my husband Mike on the North American tour of The Lion King, we learned what really constitutes “worldly possessions.” (Here is a photo of Mike in full stage-makeup as “Scar” when I went into labor during a show.)
As a former TV host and broadcaster, I used to have a revolving rack of clothes to choose from; now, my day-to-day wardrobe has been winnowed down to anything that can be versatile and durable — oh, and nursing friendly. We discovered with Baby Max that we were in need a foolproof burp cloth that could protect our clothes from spit-up and drool. Max was a vomiter, and we were getting tired of changing our shirts what seemed like every hour. Most burp cloths are literally glorified dish towels, and they'd constantly slip off our shoulders or soak through.
Neither Mike nor I have any experience with garment design, so we sat down with some plain muslin and went to town. What sort of garment shape would not slip off easily and provide enough coverage, while perhaps also doubling as a sort of accessory so we didn't have to pull it out of a bag or hunt around for it? What if it was something we were already wearing, even if we weren't physically holding our baby?
So three years ago, we formed our company Too Cool For Drool, and the “Mamachic” was born — or as we initially called it, “The Barf Scarf.” In a nutshell, it's a scarf with a neck slit. It allows you to wear the fabric without it slipping off, and covers your shoulders and upper arms, the big baby “splash zone.”
It's taken some time for our product to get made. Our design is constantly evolving, and with our nonstop traveling and parenting, our business has been a part-time effort at best. On top of it all, I just had another baby a year ago, and Eva's not a vomiter like Max. In fact, with her, what I've needed is more of a nursing cover, so we're playing around with scarf shapes so it can be used easily as such.
I'm hoping the Mamachic can accomplish three things:
1.) Streamline motherhood. Make the task of caring for my baby convenient and seamless with feeling and looking good.
2.) Lighten my travel load and only own items that can accomplish multiple tasks. The Mamachic could be an all-in-one burp cloth / nursing scarf / blanket.
3.) Be made with sustainable materials. If I can be good to the environment so that my kiddos won't have to someday wear hazmat suits out in public, isn't that the proverbial organic icing on the gluten-free cake?
Through Factory45, we're headed down an educational and supportive road to get our product made. It's daunting and exciting to put real wheels in motion. We're working on an updated sample using deadstock bamboo and organic cotton, and putting numbers together to launch a Kickstarter campaign in the new year to fund our first production-run.
Beautiful. Versatile. Durable. Good to the earth. Confidence-inspiring. I'm talkin' about both the Mamachic and you mamas out there. We are amazing. We deserve to feel it, each and every day.