Sheela Writes

The Fab 40s & Their Fairy Tale Inspirations

Wonder. Awe. Magic. Stories of enchantment and spells. As you all know, I love to write. What you may not know is where that love stems from. And that is the literary diet upon which I was raised. It fed feeds my soul. My mother introduced me to wordsmith Enid Blyton from the moment we could read. And then further augmented the nourishment of my creative side with C S Lewis, Tolkien, Bronte, Eyre, Agatha Christie, you get the general idea. Over the years, my library has expanded to include murder, crime and fantasy novels but I’ve never once deviated from my original love obsession with the beguiling and captivating world of fairy tales and wonderment and magic. O N C E U P O N A T I M E Those four words. Whenever I see them, read them, my heart does a little flutter. I slip away into my secret place, where castles go high into the sky. Where woods are dark and mysterious, and where the air is rife with...

What’s In A Name

by Sheela Goh

Truly, I ask you. What’s in a name these days? Cosmetic brands have been concocting all sorts of names for their lippies since the longest time ever. And it makes sense too given how saturated the landscape has become. Everyone appears to be releasing make-up lines from established players kicking out new collections, to names you’d typically associate with garments, not beauty, looking to cash in on a woman’s (neverending) pursuit of that perfect pout. It’s practically a new lippie a day. Actually, more. From a business perspective, it makes perfect sense. I’m as commitment phobic as the next woman when it comes to beauty purchases. Afterall, how many nude shades can one wear at any given time? And you can’t really be walking out of the house with smokey eyes every day because, you know, we crave variety. As such, most of us are hesitant to commit to palettes of colour but think nothing of forking out anything from $5 to $50 for what promises to prime and plump, and take us...

The Fab 40s In Culottes

by Sheela Goh

Culottes. Breeches. Gauchos. Jodhpurs. Whatchamacallits. (I want to begin by extending a HUGE apology to my fellow fab 40 ladies, because this post is two days late, my blog was literally inaccessible since Sunday night because of technical issues, I couldn’t even get to the dashboard, and had to work with WordPress support via phone to resolve the problem, please forgive me ladies, please, this has NEVER happened before and I am so not a techie, it was really frustrating, but here we are, finally) Of late, I seem to be at a loss for words to say. I’ve been staring at the screen since Thursday, and it’s already Sunday evening. I’m not sure why that is. I have the thoughts running through my mind but somewhere along the way, it would appear, they’re all jumbled up. Like internet connectivity on a bad weather day, you know? I don’t understand it though. I don’t think I’ve ever been speechless. Or is it wordless, when it comes to writing? D O Y O U...