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Sweden in My Life

 

Grandmothers are like Sweden.

Sweden is a country that rocks—fashionable, solid, and full of people with names like Anja, Sofia, and Hanna who can do any winter sport with a smile.

The grandmothers in my world are like that.

One grandmother is my Swedish government-run child care system.  (Did you know Sweden’s entire population has access to childcare so parents can work?)

When I’m working—who comes in to pick up during the vast time gap—Granny. She cheerfully tucks my little one safely into her car and takes her on adventures. Well—to her snow covered backyard where my little “e” can run and practice those winter sports with a smile.

The other grandmother is my Swedish National Institute of Public Health (Their policies, by the way, include the statement that health is a key factor for sustainable societal development.)

 Whenever “e” has a cold—Oma has a wealth of knowledge to pass on regarding concoctions to assuage ills—honey and tea, salt and hot water, cold compresses for a fever, etc. And, then there is always the back-up call the next morning or in the evening.

My grandmothers climb trees, make snow angels, buy extra winter coats and hats with hearts, paint ceramic creatures with bright silver sparkles, find just the right fuzzy slippers for tiny toes, play with scarves and puppets, and know just how much to tug on soft hair matted and snarled from a nap filled with dreams of dragons and dinosaurs.

As a single mom, I don’t know what I’d do without Sweden in my life.

The World as a Big Heart

heartcookies1“Mommy, I wish the world were a big heart,” my daughter says.

“You think of the best ideas,” I say.

“Love and pink and red everywhere,” she adds.

“That would be quite a world,” I say.

“So, today—like right now—can we make heart cookies?” She turns her head to the side and bats her eyes.

“You are four—what are you doing with those eyes!” I bend down. “Where did you learn to do that?”

“What?” She smiles.

“Four year olds don’t bat their eyes. I knew you were up to something!” I stand up and wipe the kitchen counter.

“Oh, please, mommy, I really, really, really want to make heart cookies. It’s my favorite thing to do.”

“I thought your favorite thing to do five minutes ago was to color dogs—and five minutes before that your favorite thing was to play “Feed the Kitty,” and 5 minutes before that I thought making puzzles was your favorite thing to do?” I put my hands on my hips.

Her shoulders relax. She sighs. “Mommy.” She twirls toward a stool. “I would like a spot of tea.”

“A spot of tea?” I laugh. “You make me laugh little girl! Okay, I shall make us tea with honey.”

“Oh, goody.” She raises her arms and hugs me.

“I guess we’ll need some cookies to go with the tea, huh?” I say. “Heart ones?”

“Yes.” She nods like she’s adding an exclamation point. “Pink and Red.”

Frosting

Frosting is the perfect, sweet mix of butter, sugar, and milk. A white butter cream slopped in gobs on top of a deep chocolate cupcake is enough to send any toddler screaming with delight, and her mother too for that matter.

The process of creating frosting is pure fun.

On one particular day, my little one became the frosting.

She unwrapped the butter quarters, plopped them into the mixer, and watched as the wire whip cut and creamed the hard butter into yellow fluff. She helped measure the sugar—well, she poured it into a measuring cup and purposefully made it overflow onto the counter. He eyes increased in size as she stuck her finger deep in the middle.

“Yum.” Can I do that again, Mommy? She grinned.

“We need to make sure we have enough for the frosting,” I said.

“Oh, okay.” She momentarily understood. Though, the overflowing sugar part of the process was especially wonderful, the final product would be ecstasy—if she could wait that long.

The butter, sugar, dash of vanilla, and milk spun in a dizzy dance. She leaned over the mixer and reported several times, “I think it’s done.”

Each time I checked, her level of anticipation increased; she leaned into the mixer more, her knees dug into the counter, and her feet tapped the stool.

At last, the creamy treat was ready.

“MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY!” She was frenetic. Heaven was within her grasp—inside a shiny, aluminum bowl. “Can I please lick the bowl?”

“Of course!” While I spread the frosting on top of the warm cupcakes, she sat on the stool with the bowl between her legs. Frosting covered her hair, her cheeks, her shirt, both legs, and some became toenail polish.

She officially became my cupcake.

To save this event for posterity I created the Simply Chickie t-shirt design—I am the frosting.

She is the frosting on my life.

Look at your shadow!

Go ahead look at your shadow. The shadow knows.

Lurking shadows can slow your business down.

What are you avoiding? What or who is following you around that you don’t want to deal with? Do you have a problem shadow?

Frank Asch in the children’s book, Bear Shadow, reminds us about business problems we need to confront in order to move forward.

Bear went down to the pond to fish one afternoon. Bear saw a big fish. “I’m going to catch that fish, thought Bear to himself.”

Something scared the big fish away—his shadow. “ ‘ Go away, Shadow!’ cried Bear. But Bear’s shadow would not go away.”

Is there something you keep avoiding doing in your business? What’s nagging you? Do you have a problem client? A legal issue? Have you not dealt with public relations? Or, getting your product submissions out to magazines in time for the holidays?

Bear’s shadow does not leave him alone. Bear tries many ways to eradicate his shadow. “He ran through a field of flowers, jumped over the brook and hid behind a tree…But when he stepped from behind the tree the first thing he saw was Shadow.” Shadow is in capital letters!

A small problem that is avoided can become a big one.

Bear sees a cliff. “Bear walked over to the cliff and looked up. I’ll climb so high Shadow won’t be able to follow me, thought Bear. Bear climbed higher and higher until at last he pulled himself up to the top. Huffing and puffing, he smiled with pride. Then he looked down and saw Shadow.”

Problems have a terrible way of taking up so much of our time. We obsess over not dealing with “a problem.”

Bear tries to hammer the Shadow to the ground, but that doesn’t work. He digs a hole, but his shadow does not fall into the hole.

When he finishes filling the hole…”the sun was high in the sky and Shadow was no where to be seen. ‘ At last! sighed Bear. ‘No more shadow.’ “

Bear is tired, so he goes to bed. The next morning when bear opens his door—his shadow greets him again! “He slammed the door, hoping to lock Shadow inside. But Shadow was too quick.”

So, sit down and make of list of stuff you are avoiding—the stuff you will do after you get to x, y, and z. Reverse your list. Put that “stuff” at the top. Deal with the issue one phone call at a time, one thought at a time, one letter at a time.

Bear talks to Shadow. “How about this…if you let me catch a fish, I’ll let you catch one too. Nod your head like this if it’s a deal.” When Bear nodded his head, Shadow nodded too….By this time the sun was in a different part of the sky, which made it easy for Shadow to keep his part of the deal. And when Bear caught that big fish, Shadow caught one too.”

So, make yourself do the tough stuff in the morning—when your shadow hasn’t had a change to take full, sharp form!

Cheers,

Gwen

Seal of Approval

The Baby Planners™ | Seal of Approval

Newport, RI (August 19, 2009) – Simply Chickie (www.SimplyChickieClothing.com), a line of 100% organic baby clothes and accessories has received The Baby Planners’ Picks™ Seal of Approval - an accolade program designed to help expectant parents prepare for their baby’s arrival with an exclusive list of products and services chosen based on quality, reliability, value and style. 

“We are so excited in having earned The Baby Planners Seal of Approval,” said Gwen Gardner, CEO & Founder of Simply Chickie.  “This award is a testament to the quality of our product line and reaffirms our commitment in offering organic baby selections!”

Free of dyes and using only certified cotton grown in fields that are free of pesticides, Simply Chickie’s line of products are made in the U.S. and feature whimsical designs created by the CEO and Founder, Gwendolyn Gardner - who strives to capture the wonder of childhood by printing whimsical sayings and graphics on clothing that do not contribute to the pollution of our environment.

The line includes onesies, t-shirts, and hats in some of the following designs and motifs:

  • I Toot Toot

  • I Am The Frosting

  • May Contain Peanut

  • I’m Well Bred

  • Inside Me 



The eco-friendly line is offered for both girls and boys, with sizes ranging from 3 months to 6T.  Retail prices range from $14 - $24.

About The Baby Planners

The Baby Planners’ Picks™ / Seal of Approval Program is an exclusive list of products and services that The Baby Planners endorse based on quality, reliability, value and style!

The Baby Planners showcase hundreds of product picks on their frequent television appearances, magazine features and online. They highlight everything from the tried and true, to the fabulously new and unique on such shows as Rachael Ray, Access Hollywood, KTLA’s Morning Show, iVillage and most recently on DisneyFamily.com.  Some of their top picks are also featured in Pregnancy Magazine, The Cradle, Tibesti, The Bump, and the Hot Moms Club where they are featured columnists and experts.

For more information on The Baby Planners and the Seal of Approval Program, visit www.TheBabyPlanners.com.

About Simply Chickie

Simply Chickie Clothing is a line of 100% organic baby clothes and accessories made in the U.S., and free of dyes and pesticides.

 The line was founded by Gwen Gardner, whose creative background and living in Japan, served as inspiration for the company. Gardner comes from a long line of artists and writers and is in fact, a direct descendent of Nathaniel Hawthorne, the author of the 1850 novel, The Scarlet Letter.

 Visit www.SimplyChickieClothing.com for more product information and selections.

The New Parents Guide Review

simplychickie“I’m a big fan of anything organic, so when Inna@AGCG told me about SimplyChickie, I just had to mention it here on TheNewParentsGuide.com blog.

SimplyChickie offers 100% organic cotton clothing including organic onesies, t-shirts and hats for both boys and girls to wear. Free of dyes and using only certified cotton grown in fields that are free of pesticides, all of the Little Chickie Wear products are made in the U.S. and feature whimsical designs created by the CEO and Founder, Gwendolyn Gardner - who strives to capture the wonder of childhood by printing whimsical sayings and graphics (one of my faves pictured) on clothing that do not contribute to the pollution of our environment. Sizes are available from 3 months to 6T.”

Go to The New Parents Guide Website here.

Win at the-giveaway.com!

Today’s Giveaway is for an organic onesie (winner’s choice) from Little Chickie Wear by Gwen Designs! {arv $24} Open Worldwide!

Ladies and gentlemen, a Little Chickie Wear onesie is not your average baby onesie. It’s art. It’s expression. It’s style. Each onesie is full of humor and good-hearted fun. Each image is graphically arranged on a computer. Each line/poem is inspired by Gwen’s daughter, Elizabeth (that is seriously so sweet). Overall, what I’m trying to say is that a lot of diligence and care goes into the making of Little Chickie Wear clothing and, just by looking at Gwen’s collection, this is immediately apparent. Made from quality 100% natural material (certified organic cotton), Little Chickie Wear onesies (part of Gwen Designs) are eco-friendly (no dyes or pesticides used), soft, creative, and oh-so-charming. And, wait, there’s more! Aside from the coo-worthy onesies, Gwen’s Designs also features amazing tiny hats and t-shirts that any smiley baby would be proud to sport around town.

Naked Barbie!

I found a naked Barbie underneath the kitchen table.

Barbie has become my daughter’s companion; she loves to dress her, undress her, comb her hair, take baths with her, and drive in a pretend blue convertible around the living room floor on her way to the “ beach.” What is her attraction to that doll? The long legs that twist in every direction? The perfectly painted red lips? The shiny long hair? Perfectly pointed breasts? Polished toes?

I didn’t want that doll in my house, and made that fact known. Somehow Barbie crept in though—she always seems to find a way into little girls’ homes. My little one practices on and with her—practices putting tight clothes on, practices brushing the hair, and practices dives into the deep part of the bath near the drain.

Do I tell her now that she shouldn’t look to emulate Barbie—she can never live up to the ideal—that idolizing her can lead to eating disorders—that no amount of micro-dermabrasion can create skin like hers?

Just when I get myself into a froth over this subject—I find naked Barbie carelessly thrown  under the kitchen table—her hair cut off on one side—her designer clothes lost in a crayon pile—dried playdough on her hands—and a thick red marker scribble across her stomach.

I take a deep breath—calm down—Barbie really is a little bit like all of us.

She has bad days too.

Written by Gwen Gardner

www.LittleChickieWear.com

Boston Globe Review

Playdate for mom: shopping and socializing
By Ami Albernaz
Globe Correspondent / June 4, 2009 

As Gloucester native Ann Andrew recalls, it didn’t take much for her to dream up Mommies Who Shop, the series of suburban shopping events and “play dates” for mothers that she launched two years ago. A former director of merchandising at the now-defunct Sigrid Olsen who’d left her job in 2004 to become a stay-at-home mom, Andrew - creative, affable, and with a finely honed sense of fashion - tapped into two of her big loves, socializing and shopping.

“I think of it as an upscale girl nights out,” says Andrew, 40, the mother of three boys. “I wanted it to feel intimate, to be something that women could dress up and head out with their girlfriends to, and maybe go out to dinner afterward. It’s like a happy hour with shopping.”

Some of the best-known shopping events for women are aimed primarily at the young and single. Shecky’s Girls’ Night Out parties and StyleFixx events, often held in Boston’s South End, gather local vendors and national labels, selling everything from Spanx to handbags to hair products in one traveling bazaar. Mommies Who Shop nights aren’t much different - except they’re held in the suburbs and most of the vendors sell hip goods for kids. Also available: a little grown-up time.

“I have a couple of friends who are new moms and we meet up there. It’s a nice way to go out,” says Jennifer Stevenson, a mother of three in Beverly. “You get a glass of wine and shop around together. And [Ann] does such a good job of finding the unknown designer. I don’t have time to search the Web for the coolest things for my kids.”

Andrew, who worked for Talbots, J. Jill, and Laura Ashley prior to Sigrid Olsen, says websites like Etsy.com and events like SoWa Open Market and Vida’s Market in Greenwich Village convinced her of the viability of gathering relatively small, high-quality local lines into a fashion flea market of sorts.

“I became inspired by this sort of anti-label rebellion,” she says.

Spending long hours on Web research after her kids were in bed, Andrew also became convinced that she could gear the events toward moms. She sought out a mix of designers, tapping mostly Boston-area “mompreneurs” who, in many cases, ply their trade from home and started their businesses to provide something their own kids could use, whether eco-friendly cotton clothing or tutus for dance class.

“I knew I didn’t want to promote national designers. They have enough money to promote themselves,” Andrew says. “My interest was independent designers, local designers. Most are stay-at-home moms who don’t have the means and funds to expose their work appropriately.”

Roughly 30 designers and vendors take part in each event, selling children’s clothing, books, blankets, stylish changing pads, headbands, and onesies with whimsical sayings, like “May contain peanut” (available through the Newport-based LittleChickieWear). And not all the goods are for kids. Some tables are allotted for jewelry, handbags, belts, and other gear for grown-ups. There are also spa services like mini-facials, hair styling, and paraffin hand treatments, as well as wine, hors d’oeuvres, goodie bags, and a silent auction to benefit Plum Cove School in Gloucester. (Admission is $15.)

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Chick on the Go-relationships

My relationship theory goes like this—the distance a couple sits apart from each other in public has everything to do with how much they are “together.”

If they are in the first phase—the lust phase, they use no less than four touch points:

–the shoulders,
–the hands,
–the hips.

Their feet are definitely kissing.

Don’t bother saying excuse me. Neither love bird will hear you.

Two touch points, the shoulders and the knees, mean they have entered the love phase. They don’t know what’s happening or where they are going, but they enjoy every minute of their bliss.

 Both will acknowledge your presence, and they will smile simultaneously. Whatever conversation you choose to have with both or just one (good luck), optimism will rain down on you. You will believe that anything is possible—even the odd notion that toothpaste can be stuffed back into the tube.

 When a couple enters the comfort stage, they may not touch at all. In fact, one may be talking to the bartender while the other one discusses politics with a stranger. Their eyes reveal though; there is a deep knowing.

You can have an in depth conversation with one of the members of the duo and come away enlightened—especially after the sharing of a good Tuscan wine. You will even know the best castle to visit while visiting Austria.

Questions have been answered by this couple. Eyelids blink slowly. They’ve come upon a secret.

A “together” feeling—a “together” secret—no more performances are necessary.