Why It’s Called Lucky Chick
How a small apartment, a nickname, and a dream became a lifelong love letter.
LC on the First Floor
Lucky Chick began in a tiny New York City apartment with the letters LC on the door — short for Lobby C.
It wasn’t glamorous. It was small, dark, and on the ground floor, but it had a dishwasher — and it was mine. From 16th Street off Fifth Avenue, I caught glimpses of other lives while learning how to build my own.
One day, my dear friend and artist Mary Carter Taub greeted me with three words that would quietly change everything: “Hey, Lucky Chick.”
What started as a playful nickname stuck — first for the apartment, then for me.
Imagining a Lucky Chick Life
It was a lonely season. Graduate school was over, freelance work was uncertain, and I found myself wondering what a real Lucky Chick life would look like.
In my mind, she took lavender baths, soaked her feet in peppermint, fell in love, and believed in possibility.
So I did what felt natural — I drew it.
With 25 Munchkin boxes from Dunkin’ Donuts, yellow paint on the hallway walls, and a head full of dreams, Lucky Chick became bath products, body rituals, and small moments of joy.
When the World Said Yes
A laboratory meeting. A sign that read “Welcome Lucky Chick.” A stranger saying, “I think you may have something here.”
That was enough.
What followed was a whirlwind — trade shows, buyers, travel, and women around the world discovering what Lucky Chick meant to them.
From Bloomingdale’s to Harrods, from the U.S. to the UAE, Lucky Chick became something shared.
Since You’re Here…
Lucky Chick gave me more than a business. It gave me a life.
It led me to my husband — six years of chance meetings, one unexpected phone call, and a night that changed everything.
It also taught me patience. After licensing the brand and stepping back, life expanded in new ways — including raising twin boys who now understand what it means to keep going.
Today, I wear a small charm with the letters LC. When my son touches it and says, “That stands for Lucky Chick,” I’m reminded that dreams evolve — but they don’t disappear.
The Lucky Chick of Today
Lucky Chick has lived many lives — bath, beauty, color, glow — but the heart has always been the same.
It’s a reminder that even when things feel uncertain, if you keep moving forward, the clouds part.
And the sun shines in.
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