When I became a mom, I felt like there was a lot I had to get used to – giving all my time and energy to another being, putting what I loved on pause, and accepting that my house was going to look like a plastic toy explosion, no matter how hard I tried.

When my son Mallik started crawling around the house – I didn’t want him to trip on his own mess once he began to make his way from living room to kitchen. The idea of him getting hurt made me sick and I wanted to do something about it. I hit the Internet, looking for a playmat that could be a soft, foam-y surface for Mallik to play on without getting hurt. What I found were poorly designed and boring prints. Swatches that mirrored the hideousness of my Grandma’s carpet. Playmats I wouldn’t want anywhere near my floors and rugs.