Before there was Maia, before there was my husband, there was my bakery.
I started Butterfly Bakery of Vermont only a year and a half out of college. You could say that I’ve always been on an entrepreneurial track. My childhood friends and I regularly set up business on the footpath that ran through our residential neighborhood. We started with fresh squeezed lemonade, but later branched out into baked goods and similar sundries. We were avid babysitters too.
We made sure to knock on the door of every new family that moved in, so they knew who the babysitting options were and what we each brought to the job. So creating my own career path after college, instead of asking someone else to make one available for me, just felt natural. I didn’t have a family to support, I could live cheap with roommates and my time was my own to allocate to the many, many hours that starting a business necessitates.
Just like being a mom, sleep, food and relationships often took a backseat to the needs of this new life that I was trying to create. I didn’t go on a single date for the first 3 years of my business’ life.
I’m fairly risk adverse, so growing the business has been a long hard slog. I never wanted to borrow tens of thousands of dollars to get things moving faster, so I spent many years below the poverty line. And oh the missteps! There was the $1000 I lost to having to pull moldy product off the shelves (it was the last $1000 in my savings account) or the $400 batch of cookies with no salt or baking powder in it (I cried). There were the many ventures and variations that I attempted in hopes of finding a niche that would bring in money – like delivering scones to local businesses or having kids sell granola as a school fundraiser. There were the many, many, many attempts at new recipes and products, most of which no customer needed to know about, but often ended up at the table at a friend’s potluck. But things kept chugging forward and I couldn’t imagine doing anything else.



The first thing was those three days per week that Maia was in daycare. I had to make those days count and I wasn’t allowed to run late.
My husband might acquiesce a few late days each week, but daycare is a little less forgiving. So I started cutting things that weren’t pulling their weight. I discontinued products that had high rates of credits (many stores require me to buy back baked goods that don’t sell by their expiration date). The financial side of the credits was taken into account for the price of the product, but it was still a waste of my precious time to make something that no one was going to buy. I learned which business tasks needed to be done at nap time (no buyer wants to hear “mommy, mommy, mommy, booger” on the other end of the phone line), and which tasks I could get done while Maia was around (she loves to watch me cook and always stirs the mustard before I put it on the stove).

Suddenly I have time to build more accounts and develop more products. More accounts plus an employee means that I am now making more money and working fewer hours than I was before Maia was born.
I recently mentioned this at an entrepreneurial meetup and a collective “Ooohh” went around the room. This is imperative as now kiddo number 2 is on the way. The days of alone time during nap time are numbered. And the days of daycare expenses that exceed our mortgage are looming. So I need to give myself a raise. That means that I need to get my sales up by 50% by the time I go on maternity leave. Oy. Good times.











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So inspirational, Claire. Always the trailblazer!