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About the author: Elli Stephanede is the founder of Left Knee Patch and a contributor to Sixx Cool Moms. She writes about sustainable parenting, preloved kids' fashion, and life beyond fast fashion.
Written By: Elli Stephanede | Founder of Sixx Cool Moms Approved Sponsor Left Knee Patch
Back when I was single and without a child, I worked in the fast fashion industry, producing new clothes around the world for major brands. At the time, fast fashion was a novel concept and considered trendy. The devastating environmental impact wasn’t widely known, images of mountains of discarded clothing hadn’t yet circulated globally. However, I had seen them firsthand in Haiti, where piles of discarded garments had grown so high that people built homes on top of them.
I traveled from factory to factory, country to country, overseeing production. Once our garments reached stores, I proudly purchased what my company had created, feeling accomplished. I had finally earned my place among the "cool kids" in the industry.
But the job took a toll on my mental health. That pretty dress, destined to become part of a high schooler’s cherished memories, had a stressful and complex history. It was the product of relentless deadlines, grueling price negotiations, and countless hours of labor, not just by designers and creatives passionate about fashion, but by factory workers sewing endlessly, machinery knitting fabric, container ships transporting goods, and warehouse employees just trying to make a living. These workers didn’t care whether it was a dress or a pair of distressed jeans; they simply needed to put food on the table. I admired their resilience and felt proud to contribute to their employment. Until things turned ugly. Corporate greed took over, and the work that once excited me became an overwhelming source of stress.
In the end, the biggest earners were the factory owners, the shipping lines, and the clothing retail chains. I was disenchanted by my idealistic desire to create a living for those in need, instead ending up spending nights out entertaining clients, who would order a $40 alcoholic drink demanding the waiter find a single large ice cube in the middle of the desert…while workers spent years in factories, away from their families in other countries, to provide for them; $40 for these workers would have gone a long way!
I decided to leave my fast-paced life in New York City. The stress had taken its toll, culminating in a miscarriage. While sitting in urgent care, my employer called me repeatedly, demanding I submit a budget report the same day. When I told them I couldn’t, they asked, "Why not?"
I couldn’t bring myself to tell them the truth. I hadn’t even told my partner that I had lost our baby. That was my breaking point. I had devoted everything to my career, but now I was classified as a "geriatric" candidate for pregnancy. I needed to prioritize my health and well-being. I moved to Montgomery County to be with my partner, shifting my career to digital marketing and e-commerce. I took a pay cut in pursuit of a healthier work-life balance, a concept that, until then, had been foreign to me.
We once again got pregnant, and life was good. The pregnancy itself was rough, though. If I hadn’t been pregnant and felt the way I did every day, I would have called in sick every. single. day. How does society expect pregnant women to work, carrying a growing human who shifts everything inside, saps all their nutrients, and makes them feel like they’re hosting a lovely but exhausting parasite?
Then came the pandemic. I spent the last month of pregnancy working from home, only to be furloughed in my 38th week. I was furious and stressed. I had strategically waited a year before having a baby to qualify for my employer’s parental leave benefits. Only to lose them all.
Luckily, little Luca arrived just before the furlough deadline. Unluckily, he was delivered via emergency C-section after his heartbeat stopped. Luca was tiny, AND the third percentile for newborns, but healthy. We took him home and settled into blissful parental leave. While the world was in the streets during the black lives matter protests, I was at home being milked like a cow. But, like The Laughing Cow, I was happy to be feeding my little calf.
Still, I knew I needed to find a better job. One that would treat employees with more respect. I secured a remote position with better pay, working with online fashion retailers. It felt like a perfect fit. But then the tech bubble burst, layoffs followed, and I had to reassess my path once again.
I needed to recenter myself. I was a new mom, deeply in love with my child, supported by my partner, and still passionate about the apparel industry. But I didn’t want to continue mass-producing new clothes. What could I contribute to fashion that aligned with my values as a parent?
The waste in the textile industry had always horrified me. Most people don’t realize that polyester is plastic, and "vegan leather" is often just plastic, too. So much fabric is wasted in production, and countless garments end up in landfills.
I had always been passionate about recycling. As a child, I made my mother drive across town to the one recycling station where we could drop off a week’s worth of used paper.
During the pandemic, I cherished the support of friends who handed down their kids’ clothes to me. Though we couldn’t see each other, I felt their love through every piece of clothing Luca re-wore. But when I needed a secondhand item that wasn’t included in those hand-me-downs, the process was exhausting.
Why was it so hard for parents to find high-quality secondhand clothes in an organized, convenient way? Why were we expected to sift through thrift store bins or frantically claim items in "buy nothing" groups, proving our worth to strangers just to receive a jacket? Parenting is already hard enough. Didn’t we deserve an easier way to shop sustainably?
And so, Left Knee Patch was born. My son’s left knee was constantly wearing through his pants. He slid across the floor and playground while racing his toy cars, tearing hole after hole. I realized I could extend the life of perfectly good clothing by repairing and rehoming them. I wanted to share the joy I had experienced with preloved kids’ clothes and make "preloved" become "reloved."
Starting in the DMV area, with dreams of expanding across the U.S., I was determined to create a business that aligned with both career goals and my role as a parent. This time, I was doing it on my terms.
I would love to hear about your experiences. Whether funny or heartfelt. What has been your biggest parenting challenge? Let’s connect in the comments and support one another.
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