All posts tagged: creation story

Chapter 6: Blind Pitching

I emailed our bag drawings to a friend who organizes a dads-and-kids club. He responded immediately and said, “You need to talk to my friend, Amy Meadow. She’s a fashion consultant.” “But, wait,” I texted. “What did u think of design?” “It’s awesome!” Phew. Validation is nice. I’m such an actor. I called Amy. I pitched my idea, talked about my own search for a cool diaper bag, and made self-conscious disclaimers about my own un-stylish jeans-and-t-shirt aesthetic. Over the phone I could hear her typing. “Ohmigod, this is a great idea. I can’t believe it doesn’t already exist. Ok. We can talk more, but my expertise comes in later. First you need to talk to my friend, Julia. She’s an international bag sourcer.” “Thanks so much. This is awesome. Um, also, because I’m so fashion-unconscious, do you think I should start subscribing to Vogue Men, or something, to be more fashionably aware?” “No. Your naiveté is refreshing. Hold onto that. And go call Julia.” Phew. Less tedious work for me. I’d rather remain naive, …

Bag Project Chapter 4: What’s a diaper bag for? Sunglasses.

During our meetings to discuss mission statements and blankets and company names, James and I of course discussed aspects of diaper bags. He’s not a father, so I told him the basic needs: “We need pockets. Lots and lots of pockets. We need to feature the pockets whether or not people use them. I mean, I don’t use pockets. I’m not that organized. I dump things into my bag. The only time I actually organized the contents was taking a flight, and even then, the contents spilled out during security screening, proving my point that there’s no point in organizing the insides of a bag. Still, pockets were a selling point for me and they will be for prospective parents.” James laughed. I went on to make a personal point, “However, I did use the pockets on the outside of the bag. There was quick access for a bottle, for pacifiers, and – I’m a little embarrassed to admit – a pocket for my sunglasses.” “The important things,” James laughed. “Happy daddy makes a happy …

Now, I’m telling stories…

What is this “george e. knox” pseudonym I’m hiding behind? A year ago I was pushing my double stroller to Washington Square Park when I stumbled upon an idea: “What does our society of plenty, culture of consumerism, attitude of ‘if-you-cant-find-it-in-New-York-it-doesn’t-exist’ lack?, what our disposable income has yet to buy so that it can later dispose of it? Diaper bags for stylish dads.” Diaper bags for dads are seen in two versions: “clearly-I’ve-borrowed-this-from-my-wife” and “I-need-to-look-as-masculine-as-possible-toting-around-this-jerky-kid-so-I’ll-dress-ia-all-up-in-camouflage-and-New-York-Giants-logso.” But what about classy gear that doesn’t look like you’re heading out for a morning of cliff repelling or going to a basketball game? What about masculine and stylish? Something to dress up or dress down and shows pride in self and in fatherhood? Something that doesn’t look like a diaper bag but, when elicits reactions of “Wow. Look at that guy and look at that bag and, wait…aaaaaaah, he’s a dad!”