Am I nuts?!?

Actually, no. My mom and I are not really that close – you know, texting 12 times a day, calling each other all the time, carrying on like girlfriends. No, not at all. We get along, live 40 miles apart, and see each other monthly at family events.

But the secret is – she is an incredible person and great business woman. If I told you about her two degrees from The University of Wisconsin, including one in Economics that she earned in the late 40’s, and her ground-breaking career as a systems analyst at IBM in the 50’s, or the fact that at age 55 she reentered the workforce as the CTO for a public company, she would demur and quickly change the conversation to tell you about her five children and their academic achievements and accomplishments and how proud she is of them.

That’s why I went into business with my mom. She is a little old-fashioned. She thinks every email, text, note and correspondence we send needs to be grammatically correct. She insists we treat everyone (vendor, retailer or customer) with the highest professional courtesy. She thinks every BarkBed Cover has to be perfect and if the stitching is not right or elastic too loose, she does not want to sell it. I love that about her. And she is right. I’ve lived in the uber-fast-paced business world of “90% is good enough” for so long, that I forgot what it is like to work for mom.

Growing up she sewed a lot of costumes, home furnishings, and prom dresses. Two weeks ago she re-engineered and hemmed three bridesmaids dresses for her grand daughter’s wedding. She is our BarkBed Covers designer and developer. She worked with numerous seamstresses to perfect the design (yes, there are some trade secrets there) until we got what we were looking for: a great universal fit, with durable, washable fabrics, stitched with the kind of precision and quality you would be proud to have in your home.

So, if you are ever not 100% happy with your BarkBed Cover, please let me know and we will replace it or send you a refund right away. I wouldn’t want you to tell Mom I messed up.