Author: Sheela Goh

Put A Bow On It | Sheela Writes

Put A Bow On It

Should you think bows and feathers, I’d be the very last person to come to mind.   And rightly so. Growing up, whenever my mum tried to pretty my ponytails or pigtails with ribbons, I’d snip them off as soon as her back was turned.  That same rule applied to my wardrobe.  Were there any laces or ruffles or trims or bows, a wee snippity snip, and they’d vanish.  Really, really.  Of course, being only 6 or 7 at the time, there were moments of miscalculation which inevitably resulted in what I shall forever lay claim to be strategically placed holes in my clothes.  Poor mum.  She’d wring her hands in despair even as my dad chuckled at the rabid ferocity with which I attacked those decorative binds and ties. Given such a premise, it’s no surprise that over the past 4 decades, I’ve steered very far away from adornments of this nature and given them the widest of berths. Particularly when you recall how vocal I’ve been on the concept of looking cute. Are …

On A Coral Note | Sheela Writes

On A Coral Note

It behooves me to explain the title of this post.   Encouraged emboldened by my recent foray into a far more panoramic world than I’m generally used to, I thought why not kickstart the lunar new year by grabbing the colour bull by its horns, yes?  Sidenote:  this post was originally slated to run yesterday, the 8th, but as fate would have it, my scheduling went somewhat awry and consequently, it makes its appearance today instead. Back to dabbling in colour. It really feels odd that it’s taken me so long to become comfortable with wearing bright colours.  I might have mentioned this before but prior to the last 10, 12 months, my palette was comprised of black, black and, oh, black. It’s been that way since I was 13. Grey was as rainbow technicolour as I got. Look at me now. Even my hair is saying it loud and proud.  I think it might very well rival my dress in terms of vivacity and hue, wouldn’t you say? That’s always been me, though, as …

Walking The Sensory Tightrope | Sheela Writes

Walking The Sensory Tightrope

Fragrance can be a heady force It evokes memories, triggers longings Conveys who you are   Why the reference to acrobatic manoeuvres, you ask? Think of it this way.  Finding a fragrance which speaks most accurately of your personality is, well, akin to walking a tightrope.  It requires perfect balance.  A slight misstep and it’s literally downhill from there.  Spray too little and you’re nothing more than a barely-there wallflower of a scent, nondescript, forgettable, easily missed. Spray too much and you’ll give everyone within a 10 feet radius (1) a migraine; (2) nausea; and/or (3) a reason to strike you off their Christmas list, permanently. No, I’m no expert in the language of scent literacy.  Quite the contrary.  You see, when I became pregnant in 1999, I developed the most violent aversion and reaction to all forms of smells ranging from perfumes to candles, potpourris to essential oils, and everything in between, including laundry detergents and creams.  A mere whiff and I would gag.  Turn green. And, inevitably, vomit. You can, therefore, imagine my …

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In A 70s Groove

I’m a 70s child, baby. And I’m not afraid to show the world.   As clearly evident on numerous runways, the 70s movement has been steadily gaining trajectory for several seasons now.  From Gucci to Céline to Valentino, we’ve been privy to all forms of silhouettes and shapes harking back to that era.  Be they platforms or stacked heels and fringe; loud prints or big floppy hats, clothes (and accessories) were happy statements, blissful even, peppered with a touch of whimsy.  Designers paraded delectable hues from every single colour on the palette, ranging from riotous to confectionery, with pinks dominating the scene (Rose Quartz, hello). Incidentally, if it does appear as though links abound in this post, they do.  There are just so many wondrous things I must share with you today. In a world which has become increasingly tumultuous and erratic, it’s perfectly understandable why we seek joy from all avenues, and how that desire extends to the garments we wear, the accessories we choose, the lifestyles we pursue.  It’s equally easy to see why …

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A Red Carpet Rebel

If you’ve been trying to decide whether or not Jumpsuits are here to stay, Wonder no more, my stylish friend   Formerly the exclusive territory of toddlers, auto mechanics and clowns, jumpsuits have become what was once unthinkable – a wardrobe staple.  A sales booster.  A moneymaking machine across all price points and brands.  What’s all the fuss about this relatively odd wunderkind of clothing, you ask? Here’s my take. A really cool thing about onesies is you can embrace the high-low method of dressing, as in, dress them up or go casual.  Stilettos or brogues.  Either heel height wears beautifully with the jumpsuit, making it an outfit in one.  Making life so much easier for those of us completely strapped for time (read: all of us). Call it lazy dressing.  Convenience.  Time-saver. Call it whatever. The jumpsuit is a no-brainer for the modern woman. Jumpsuits successfully combine elegance and effortlessness – two very difficult aspects to pull of, and, in truth, the perfect combination for event dressing.  In fact, it’s that effortless quality which …

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This Is How We Do It

When you think fashion and style Houston doesn’t really come first to mind And that’s quite understandable   We might be a little late to the party compared with sorority sisters the likes of Austin or Portland or New York and San Francisco but we’re certainly making up for lost time, ringing those bells and whistles with absolute vigour.  And with more than a hint of savoir faire. Energy.  Tech. Those are words one would typically associate with Texas and, in a downstream fashion (see what I did there?) with Houston.  True, true.  Yet through the (recently defunct) HFB group, I’ve pleasantly discovered that there’s truly far more than meets the sartorial eye when it comes to stylish women (and men) in the Lone Star State city of Houston. So when HFB ceased operations (sadness), it just seemed the right thing to get a few of us together and collaborate on a theme. Print mix. It seemed like a good idea at the time.  Remember how I pledged that 2016 will be the year of …

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The Fab 40s In Embroidery

Raindrops on roses And whiskers on kittens   They are, indeed, a few of my favourite things.  They do not, however, play any part in this blog post.  Save perhaps the raindrops.  They’re trickling happily and in abundance from that sequinned cloud.  And those raindrops?  They be embroidered.  Which brings me to the topic of today’s post. Embroidery.  Embellishment. Two of my absolute favourite words in both the English as well as Sartorial languages.  I kid you not.  And they go perfectly with how I would describe my style, “unapologetic“.  If you’re keen to find a word (or two) to perfectly articulate yours, try Suzanne’s worksheet.  It’s truly an eyeopener. In researching the next theme for our Fab 40s, I was completely besotted with Alessandro Michele’s Spring 2016 Collection for Gucci which was a romantic, dazzling, and decorated line-up for girly, geeky, vintage-like garments and accessories.  Loads of satins and knits.  Trims and embroidery and flowers.  Very plush and classy, aristocratic almost, with touches of spunk.  Nothing of that flaunt-it attitude Gucci was known for, which …

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Transplanted Living

2016 marks my 6th year in the States. 72 months of white picket fences. 312 weeks of being an alien.   What have I learned? Please, take everything I’ve written with a pinch of salt?  It’s all in good sport. Well, that there are things which we do rather differently in Asia.  Granted, I’m speaking from the perspective of one hailing from an ex-British colony, migrating to the Southern part of the States, specifically H-Town = Houston.  Granted, the climate certainly varies from state to state. And granted there are many more variances between the continents but provisos aside, I’m going to focus on language, common verbiage, words. For many of us, an absence of the letter “u” is usually the first to come to mind.  However, there are several other key distinctions in terms of how certain words are used and what they mean (or do not mean to mean). For instance, the word “girl”,or “girls”. No.  No, no, no.  Those are words we reserve for females below the age of 8 (or thereabouts, …

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Of Words & Waistlines

What is she talking about?? Where’s the correlation between the two?   Allow me to explain. There are blogs which feature the prettiest of pictures, the most stylish of looks, and hardly anything else at all.  Perhaps a sprinkling of words, scattered in a seemingly sporadic fashion but which are, on the contrary, strategically placed to encourage impulse clicks purchases all in the name of affiliate marketing.  Which tickles your fancy the most?  Are you a look, see and move on sort of reader?  Or do you buy into the substance (or cringe at the lack thereof) of a well-written post? I’m personally rather partial to a piece which contains more than jpegs, no matter how beautiful they may be (as if you didn’t already know that).  For as long as I can remember, prose (particularly that of a lyrical nature) holds a very special place in my heart.  I suppose one could attempt to disprove the theory that words are indeed mightier than the sword but then again, why wage a war one cannot …

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Blackstar

One of the things I am intent on doing this year is to wear things I usually wouldn’t.   Pieces that I’d typically take one look and then shake my head saying, that’s not me.  Or I’m going to look stupid in that.  Fat.  Ugly.  No way. Call it a style resolution of sorts.  And a pencil skirt is one such item of clothing.  I know, I see you pencil skirt groupies all shaking your heads in disbelief.  I see you. Cut me some slack though.  I am attempting it now. It took quite a while to find that perfect cut.  Perfect fit.  Perfect marriage of fabrics. The perfect juxtaposition of hard with soft. I believe I’ve found the one. And yes, this post is a blatant tribute to Mr Bowie.  May our dreams and thoughts be eternally overflowing with magical stardust and neon rainbow colours. You are missed, Ziggy. Love, Sheela {  photos by Eve  } Linking up with Mix It Mondays, Mingle Monday, Favourite Fashion Friday, Fabulous Friday, Dallas Style Blog, Sincerely Jenna …