A Little Mud, A Lot of Life, and the Story Behind Muddy Stilettos

by | Oct 21, 2026 | From GeoLyn's Desk, Growth & Culture

I’ve been carrying the idea of Muddy Stilettos around for years.

Not always with a clear business plan. Not always knowing exactly what it would become. But somewhere between building businesses, raising children, navigating relationships, starting over, losing people I love, and figuring out who I was becoming along the way, the idea kept finding its way back to me.

A place for women. For our stories, our ambitions, our messiness, our brilliance, and everything in between.

And if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that life rarely unfolds according to the beautifully organized plan we have in our heads.

Sometimes the most meaningful things come together when we finally loosen our grip.

Funny how that works.

So, Why Muddy Stilettos?

GeoLyn Mantei, founder of Muddy Stilettos
GeoLyn Mantei, founder

I’ve always loved the contrast.

Stilettos represent confidence, femininity, ambition, and that little bit of attitude I believe every woman should have in her back pocket.

The mud? Well, that’s life.

It’s the unexpected turns, the heartbreaks, the spectacular mistakes, the uncomfortable growth, and the moments when you find yourself wondering how on earth you got here.

And, I’ve had my fair share of mud.

But I’ve also come to appreciate that the mud is where some of the most important growth happens.

We’re not always polished. We don’t always have the answers. Sometimes we’re absolutely crushing it in one area of life while quietly trying to hold another together.

And that’s okay.

Muddy Stilettos was never intended to be about having it all figured out. Quite the opposite.

It’s about recognizing that we can be ambitious and exhausted. Strong and vulnerable. Successful and still searching. Mothers, entrepreneurs, partners, creators, leaders, and women who sometimes just need a moment to themselves.

We can be all of those things without having to explain or apologize for the contradictions.

The mud is where some of the most important growth happens.

The Many Pieces of One Life

For much of my professional life, I’ve worked in the worlds of media, marketing, advertising, and business strategy.

I’ve built companies, worked alongside entrepreneurs, advised businesses, developed brands, and spent countless hours helping other people’s ideas become something real.

I love it. The creativity, the strategy, the challenge of building something from nothing. Even the chaos that inevitably comes with entrepreneurship.

But there’s another side of my life that has shaped me just as much, if not more.

I’m a mother. A mother who has experienced the beautiful, complicated, and often exhausting realities of raising a child with special needs.

I’m a woman who has navigated trauma, difficult relationships, loss, grief, and more than a few unexpected chapters.

I’ve experienced extraordinary love and profound heartbreak. I’ve made decisions I’m proud of and others I would probably approach differently with the wisdom I have today.

I’ve reinvented myself more than once.

And through it all, I’ve met incredible women whose stories have reminded me that while our circumstances may be different, so much of what we experience is shared.

We talk about careers, relationships, money, children, health, hormones, aging, travel, dreams, and the things we’re sometimes afraid to say out loud.

We laugh. We cry. We compare notes. We offer advice, occasionally unsolicited, and somehow walk away feeling a little less alone.

I’ve often thought about how powerful it would be to bring those conversations, experiences, and perspectives together in one place.

Not another platform telling women how they should live.

A place where we could explore how we actually live.

Not another platform telling women how they should live. A place to explore how we actually live.

Sometimes the Pieces Have to Fall Into Place

Over the years, I started building different pieces of what I now recognize as a much bigger vision.

There was my love of storytelling and writing.

My passion for business, education, and helping others build something meaningful.

My belief in creating opportunities for women, particularly those navigating circumstances that make the traditional path a little more complicated.

And my desire to create something that extended beyond a business into a community with purpose.

Some of those pieces developed independently. Others sat quietly waiting for their moment.

Cover of RED, a memoir by GeoLyn Mantei

Then came RED.

Writing and publishing my memoir was one of the most personal things I’ve ever done. It meant revisiting parts of my life I had spent years trying to understand, and sharing experiences that, for a long time, felt easier to keep private.

But it also reinforced something I believe deeply: our stories matter.

Not because every story needs to become a book, or because we owe anyone an explanation of what we’ve survived.

But because sometimes hearing someone else’s truth gives us permission to look at our own a little differently.

Through Stilettos Studios, the publishing and creative imprint behind Muddy Stilettos, I brought RED into the world, following the earlier publication of a gratitude journal.

And suddenly, another piece of the puzzle made sense.

The writing, the media, the marketing, the education, the creativity, the community work. All those seemingly separate passions and experiences were beginning to connect.

For someone who has spent much of her life trying to plan, organize, and control outcomes, there’s something rather amusing about realizing that maybe I didn’t need to force the whole thing into place.

Maybe I just needed to keep living, learning, creating, and let the vision evolve.

More Than a Blog. More Than a Brand.

Today, Muddy Stilettos is becoming the collective I imagined all those years ago.

At its heart is The Hub, our editorial home for the conversations that matter to women. From health and wellness to careers, money, family, relationships, style, travel, personal growth, and everything that doesn’t fit neatly into a category.

Some stories will make you think. Others might challenge you, inspire you, or simply make you laugh because you’ve been there too.

But the vision reaches beyond what we read.

The Collective brings together the other pieces of this growing ecosystem.

There’s Stilettos Studios, where storytelling, publishing, and creative projects have a home.

The Academy, connected to my work in education through Moda Academy, creates opportunities for learning and professional growth.

The Boutique brings a little personality, creativity, and attitude into the mix through our own collection of merchandise and lifestyle products.

And through Shaping Futures, we’re building toward something especially important to me: creating opportunities to give back through scholarships, bursaries, and initiatives that support women and their futures.

There are also plans for shared stories, conversations, speaking, experiences, and ways to bring this community together beyond a screen.

Not every piece will happen at once. And I don’t want it to.

I want Muddy Stilettos to grow thoughtfully, with the women who become part of it helping shape what it becomes.

Because this was never meant to be a platform built around one woman’s story.

It was meant to make room for many.

This was never meant to be built around one woman’s story. It was meant to make room for many.

What I’ve Learned Along the Way

If there’s anything the past several years have taught me, it’s that life can change remarkably quickly.

The things we think are permanent aren’t always. The plans we believe are certain can unravel. The people we love, the roles we play, even the version of ourselves we’ve grown comfortable with can change.

And sometimes we find ourselves starting again when we least expected to.

I used to think starting over meant going backward.

I don’t anymore.

Sometimes it means you’ve learned enough to choose differently.

Sometimes it means recognizing what no longer fits.

And sometimes it means taking everything you’ve experienced, the good, the difficult, the ridiculous, and the heartbreaking, and building something new from it.

I don’t believe women need another reminder to be stronger, work harder, do more, or become some perfectly optimized version of themselves.

Most of us are already doing quite enough.

What we need, I think, is more room to be human.

To have ambitions without guilt. To change direction without shame. To ask questions. To be curious. To laugh at ourselves. To celebrate each other’s successes without measuring them against our own.

And to remember that whatever chapter we’re in, there’s still more to discover.

Most of us are already doing quite enough. What we need is more room to be human.

So, Here’s to What’s Next

I don’t know exactly what Muddy Stilettos will look like five years from now.

I have big ideas, of course. Anyone who knows me knows that’s unlikely to change.

But what excites me most isn’t simply what we can build. It’s who we’ll meet along the way, the conversations we’ll have, the stories we’ll share, and the opportunities we might create for one another.

I want this to be a place where women feel welcome whether they’re building an empire, rebuilding their lives, raising families, exploring something new, or just trying to get through a particularly messy Tuesday.

A place for smart conversations, honest perspectives, inspiration, practical resources, and a healthy dose of humour.

A place where we celebrate the beautiful, complicated business of being a woman.

So, whether you’re arriving in stilettos, sneakers, boots, or barefoot, welcome.

I’m glad you’re here.

And I hope you’ll bring a little of your own story with you.

After all, we’ve all walked through a little mud. We might as well make something beautiful out of it.

With love and a little attitude,

GeoLyn

Founder, Muddy Stilettos

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