Dear El Chanchorians,
THANK YOU Lord -- In less than a month, our little business proved to have some amazing feedback, love and support....and has sold out! Yay!
With that, we are currently in the midst of making new designs for the new collection.
Will keep you all updated ya? Once again, LOVE & LIGHT to everyone who has pushed us to do this. We wouldn't have done it without your support.
Love,
Daphne & Azmi aka Joe Lebosi
Eleanor By Daphne Iking
EL CHANCHO is Eleanor by Daphne Iking's first baby project - literally. "I couldn't find a breastfeeding cover that I was 100% happy with, so I made my own!"
Friday, November 2, 2012
Saturday, September 22, 2012
For just RM99!
El Chancho comes in 6 different colours! |
Bashful Extrovert She's inspired by my friend Lola - who is into Gothic fashion. Mysterious and quiet, she shows the loud side of herself through her zany, dark fashion sense. |
EL Chancho with my Chanchito. I love both my girls so very much. xoxo For orders, do email info@lebosi.com.my. Free postage for Malaysian addresses. |
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Wheeee....
Just when I'm wrapping yet another El Chancho order to be sent out...
I get this on my instagram feed. One of El Chancho's first customers who bought Exploding Factor a few hours after we virtually launched El Chancho Eleanor By Daphne Iking.
I truly feel so humbled with gratitude. Thank you Joe Lebosi, my love and hate sparring partner for pushing me to do this. Love you.
I get this on my instagram feed. One of El Chancho's first customers who bought Exploding Factor a few hours after we virtually launched El Chancho Eleanor By Daphne Iking.
I truly feel so humbled with gratitude. Thank you Joe Lebosi, my love and hate sparring partner for pushing me to do this. Love you.
Hasn't she grown?
Iman Daniella. Our Chancho. Hasn't she grown? But she still has her father's frown. Why do we call her Chancho?
Because she reminds us of the character Chancho in the movie Nacho Libre (the boy on Jack Black's right).
And Isobel Daniella?
kan? |
awww...but mummy loves both my girls. Chancho and Esqueleto. The sunshine to our lives!
It was very unfortunate that I was only able to breastfeed Isobel (my first child) for less than a month. I was ready for the pain of childbirth, but not breastfeeding! And I didn't know what to do as I was always engorged and in so much pain. Poor Isobel was crying all the time as I did not have the strength to endure the whole thing and she didn't get enough milk (I gave up too quickly cause my nipples were too sore).
I was one of the first in my batch of girlfriends who had a baby, so I didn't really have no one to talk to about this. My (ex)mother in-law told me she could never breastfeed, so she was unable to help me -- and she believed that I was not to cry during my confinement period, as it was 'bad' -- so I cried quietly behind close doors, trying not to drop a tear, afraid of the evil that will come if I even blinked away a tear.
And mum, who was so far away from Bel and I, could only offer prayers and words of comfort over the phone -- telling me that it will get easier, and less painful over time.
It was hard to believe her, but I should have prodded on.
4 years later, I had my second child, Iman - AND I had more girlfriends breastfeeding successfully -- sharing me their pains, woes and best of all, solutions.
At the hospital, I felt like a loser after failing to do VBAC (Vaginal Birth After Caesarean). 33 long hours in labor, we finally had to do an emergency C-sec as baby was in distress and I was losing strength. So, breastfeeding Iman was my next goal.
I am glad I prodded on despite the cracked nipples, engorged breasts and feeling like a cow ALL the time (not to forget, feeling unattractive and unsexylike).
With breastfeeding, came my hormonal changes that was causing my body to go through some crazy changes. My once flawless skin became greasy and zit prone. I was hungry ALL the time, so all plans to get back into shape went down the drain, and because I was still breastfeeding, I was prescribed a jab-like contraception -- which added more havoc to my hormon system. Suffice to say, I can't wait to wean her off breastmilk, but I know it's the best for her -- "just one more year"is what I tell myself. Plus she prefers my milk or EBM to formula. I'm going to take that as a positive sign. She finds her mummy yummy.
Geddit? Snort.
Check out Bel's reaction. She obviously doesn't give a hoot on who the old fella is. At least Iman showed a teeny bit of interest. Or did she think he was her Aki? |
To breastfeeding. But let it still be done in style.
*wink*
El Chancho.
Eleanor by Daphne Iking
Girls in www.bbluvsme.com clothes.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Monday, September 17, 2012
How to fold your El Chancho
Here's a short demo on how to fold your El Chancho neatly into a little pouch.
El Chancho comes in SIX
Dear Mummies,
Here are the six designs to choose from:
THE BASHFUL EXTROVERT Everyone has secrets. Dark and hidden. How mysterious. Bashful Lola loves her red-eye cat. It's the sparkle to her eyes. Just like you. =) |
WILD JANE The Ape man loves Jane for a reason. Beautiful, intelligent and strong - there's also a wild side to Jane that brings out the animal in him. You're our strong, little Korak. x |
Saturday, September 15, 2012
El Chancho
Dear
Mummy,
El Chancho, was inspired
while breastfeeding my second daughter, Iman Daniella. I could not find a
nursing poncho that I was 100% happy with, so I came up with my own design.
The stiff-curved
neckline creates a ‘viewing window’ which allows me to peek through so I can
keep a tab on my lil’ one discreetly. It allows ventilation so baby is kept
cool while she feeds.
This
nursing cover has adjustable neck straps and an inner pocket to keep wet wipes,
pads and/or pacifiers, which folds in nicely into a pouch that slips in neatly
into any bag.
El Chancho comes in 6 colours : Bashful Extrovert, Exploding Factor, Wild Jane, The Misconstrued
Saint, The Forlorn Princess and Fun Under the Sun.
Get to
know each member of El Chancho and
the instructions on folding her via this blog.
Sewn
with love,
Daphne
Eleanor
by Daphne Iking
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