Author: Sheela Goh

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The Fab 40s In Menswear

Menswear motifs are having a moment, so I’ve been told. In my books, however, clothing inspired by menswear was never really a fad. More of a constant presence, adapted with the thoughtful use of accents (be they feminine, colour-related blah blah blah) to make them relevant, fresh, now. So our little tag-you’re-it-style-game did a full round robin and it was my turn yet again to pick a theme for The Fab 40s, I went a little boy-crazy. Well I did not theoretically use anything “borrowed from the boys” (my husband wears a Size 15 1/2 in shirts and my sons are both over 6 feet tall), I did manage to find some rather amazing things in my closet (and Eve’s, shhhh). As you can see, I did my level best to address the time old question, “how to wear masculine pieces in a chic and feminine way”, and injected multiple infusions of whimsy and quirk a la Sheela. This adorable button-down?  Every bit of vintage from the lovely la la land of Hong Kong. Isn’t …

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Baby’s Got Blue Eyes

Once upon a time, there lived a girl by the name of Sheela who rather enjoyed going to school for several reasons. One, she genuinely adored English and History and Art, and, being the granddaughter of the school’s recently retired principal, she was treated (oh let’s just say) with extra special care. She was even made a school prefect which brings us to the crux of this story. In the school where she was from, every year, the group of school prefects would put together a performance for teachers and other members of academia. That year, 1985, the last year of elementary school, there was a trainee teacher on board. Enthused and young and not yet jaded, said trainee decided that the perfects would, gasp, do a cheerleader-esquire Pom Pom Dance for Teacher’s Day. Oy. I kid you not. So, we practiced and rehearsed and trained our butts off. The big day arrived and we were beyond thrilled when Miss Trainee said she’d also be doing our hair and make-up. That is until we realised …

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The Fab 40s In Leopard Print

Am I late with this post or what. Technically speaking, leopard prints were meant to dot my blog from top to toe and everywhere in between, last month, but instead, here we are, right smack in the first week of August and I’m still speaking about those spots. I could very easily blame my tardiness on my newly acquired frequent traveller role. Indeed, I could. And I’m rather leaning towards that. I have, after all, been living out of suitcases for the past 4 weeks, with another fortnight to go. But I’ll play nice. And I’ll apologise from the very bottom of my heart because my timing is way off :) by a month and three continents. It has been quite the adventurous time, I’m telling you. First I was in NYC then in Chicago then off to Melbourne then to Kuala Lumpur, and, now, Kuching. Enough of my pseudo jet-setting adventures (I have to save those for another post) and more on the Fab 40s. You know who we are; Ann, Dawn Lucy, Dixie, …

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My Story

Houston, It’s Been Quite The Ride   As some of you already know, I come from Kuching, the capital city of Sarawak in East Malaysia, and that I took off when I was 22 years old. A little while ago, the Editor-in-Chief of KINO (Kuching In And Out) approached me, asking if I’d be interested to contribute to their column, Ex-CAT which is a monthly, featuring bylines from Kuchingites who are either still living abroad or have spent many years outside of the country. Naturally, I was delighted, and now that the story’s out, I wanted to share it with you :) I left Kuching in 1995, on my father’s birthday, to be precise. I was incredibly sad and scared, and excited and exhilarated. On one hand, I was leaving the safety net of my parents and the home I’d known for over two decades. But on the other hand, I couldn’t wait to go. I felt stifled, like a stranger in my own hometown, and in my heart, I knew that leaving was the …

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Everything’s Just Peachy

I’m writing this post from my room at the Hilton Manhattan East. I’ve just had a productive (if somewhat IT and gadget-challenging day) and feeling alright with the universe. It does make me think though, how things would be if the world weren’t running quite as efficiently. Imagining the chaos an absence of connectivity would create. The absolute discord in our lives should technology no longer exist. Good lord, I’m already quacking. So my tale of tech (or the lack thereof) has absolutely nothing to do with what I’m wearing and I’d be a fool to attempt creating any kind of a link so I shan’t :) I can honestly say, though, that I’ve been dying to wear something off-the-shoulder for a bit now therefore unearthing this peach top in my closet was truly like manna from heaven. I kept the accoutrements within the same palette, topped with some black for contrast. My love for plaid knows no boundaries and continues unabated with this striking leather piece from Zara. And a new obsession for sunnies …

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Woman In White

I’m not sure how I feel about this outfit. On one hand, I love the crisp feel of a white shift paired with pops of colour. And on the other hand, shapeless garments aren’t precisely the best option for my current steroid-pumped state. I did, however, have loads oodles and doodles (and noodles) of fun posing for this post. I felt pumped and stoked. I suppose, then, that I do actually quite like this ensemble. And, why yes, this was what I wore on Independence Day. Hear me out though. I do think this isn’t too in-your-face-screaming-colours-of-the-flag and could easily pass off as a regular ensemble. I finally remembered to wear my brand new White Snakeskin Cuff, with a very special Honeycomb motif. Is it not just glorious? And a picture perfect pristine traffic-stopper in its own right which is the reason why it’s the only accoutrement I chose for my wrist this time around. Lipstick is Barbeque from the MAC Toledo line. And this clutch here, it’s SO beautiful and bold and blue. Snakeskin …

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Keeping It In Clutch Mode: A Giveaway

Once upon a time, clutches and I, we did not get along. There was no connection. No bond. No love. I found them cumbersome and restrictive. They found me far too straitlaced to do them justice and that was perfectly fine by me. I was used to have little shoulder bags that allowed me freedom and range of motion. Call it a byproduct of parenting, if you will. Then my man bought me my very first clutch and I fell head over heels in love. He couldn’t have picked a better first than this glorious piece from Zara (please forgive me for the poor quality of this picture, at the time I was still learning how to use my iPhone as a camera). It spoke to me on every possible level from colour to size to message, and remains a firm fave to this day :) since then, I’ve amassed a few. Rebecca Minkoff (it’s autographed too, beneath the flap, I’m such a groupie) Leather, Sequins & Tassel (from ellebee206) Boohoo.com (this website is full …

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Friday Picks: Orange Lipsticks

When it comes to lipstick colours, Pink is my Nude. It’s my go-to colour for most occasions. I tend to paint it red when I’m intending to paint the town red ergo the connection. Corals and Oranges, however, are foreign territory to me. I associate those two shades with being in limbo where colour is concerned because they’re neither quite here nor quite there. Does that make sense? Given all that, it’s Summer. It’s Resort Wear season. That time of the year when Oranges and Corals dominate alongside Reds, both in terms of outfits as well as accessories and all the other necessary accoutrements which make up a successful outfit. I was, therefore, determined to give the zesty hues a go. All things said and done, thanks to the rain finally stopping (yes, Texas, it’s Summer, when the sun shines?), I’ve been able to enjoy some pool time and acquire a slight tan which I adore but, in the context of finding that right dollop of Orange, has proved rather challenging. Why is that, you …

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Because I’ve Been A Fake & In Other News, Lace Is My Summer Must-Have

I owe each and every single one of you an apology. I really do.   Of late, I’ve fallen out of love with clothes and styling myself, and it’s shown in the way I’ve thrown things together. There’s been an absolute lack of creativity and passion in the outfits I’ve worn. Nothing looks effortless (save maybe that red dress), and I’m nowhere near enjoying myself. Life has taken a huge toll and you’ve been paying the price for that. You shouldn’t need to and for that, I am really really sorry. No matter what’s been going on in my personal life, fashion and clothes should always be a form of stress relief. A detox, if you like. Something I do to maintain my sanity and have fun. Always with loads of fun. When the fun is no longer apparent, that’s when I know I need to step away and re-evaluate. Which is precisely what I did and it, in turn, led me to come to the conclusion that I’ve been shortchanging you. I’ve been faking …

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My Week On Instagram

So it’s been quite the food-filled week with Father’s Day on the 21st as well as my husband taking me out for a lunch date on Friday. We try to do that every fortnight or so, give or take, more or less. In addition, we had yet another tropical storm alert, this time for Bill. And although no arks were ultimately needed, it made for a very wet and gloomy time. Here’s the calm before the storm. We all tried to enjoy the pool as much as possible leading up to Bill’s arrival. The Hibiscuses endured and prevailed. Alleluia. Because it was raining for the most part, we stayed indoors and I finally got around to opening my mountain of boxes/mail. This delightfully cheeky number is my Ipsy Glambag for May. Yes, May, and yes, my head is thus hung in shame. The weather cleared just in time for the weekend so we watched Inside Out in 3D. It wasn’t too shabby. For Father’s Day, we treated the man of the hour to crepes. Beautifully …