Month: Jan 2016

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 …

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 …

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, …

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 …

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 …

Leo, Meet Camo

Emboldened by my recent foray into the magical wonderland of colour and print, I tried something new today.   I paired two prints which, under normal non kaleidoscope-laced days, I would never ever have placed together within a 10 mile radius let alone allow them to cohabit within the same outfit.  I’m making reference to larger than life leopard patterns and the equally loud camouflage print.  Did I hear a gasp?  Or two?  I don’t blame you.  Not even in my wildest of sartorial dreams did I imagine this combination would work but here they are, making merry and rather nicely at that, I might add. Let’s talk about Leo first. This Cape was such a find.  An ultra rare find, I should say.  It’s authentic 1960s and came with original tags (somewhat faded because of age, oooh, chills) as well as a bag of extra buttons.  But those aren’t what make this piece such an amazing treasure. No, my friend.  What makes this cape a rarity is how it’s completely reversible.  One side being …

Vanity Trumps Sanity

The pursuit of beauty has been known to go where no man has gone before.  Easily crossing thresholds of rational thought and logic.  Sometimes, these journeys have met with great measures of success, and at other times, with immense bewilderment and jaws agape.  Certainly, though, all have captivated and held our attention. Here, I highlight those which, to me, represent the epitome of cray cray. (1) The hairy armpit. Why, oh why.  I first saw a woman with thick bushes there in 2008, back in my hometown of Kuching.  She was from China, Beijing to be precise, and after striking up a conversation with her, I discovered that the province from whence she hailed, found the notion of underarm hair, incredibly sexy.  Fast forward to 2014, to the hairy armpit selfie movement growing ever stronger in the mainland.  Where women post pictures of their fuzzy (often dyed) underarms across social media platforms to support their rights  to shave (or not), propagating the concept that women need not be hairless to feel confident and beautiful. I …

My 2016 Manifesto

How often have we preached that age should never be a deterrent to anything?   2016 is the year that I vow to advocate this mantra throughout every single act of every single day.  Acts which might seem nondescript or even trivial to some but for me, will be momentous (if somewhat tremulous, tentative) steps towards being the person I was meant to be. ACROSS BLOG. PERSONAL LIFE. AS WIFE AND AS MOTHER. To be more genuine. To be more present. To understand, and accept, that things grow, and change. And if that change leads me in the direction I was meant to take, to not fight it. To produce work that is honest and truthful. To stop being apologetic for sharing personal issues, thoughts and opinions in a seemingly public forum. To know when to take a moment to pause and rest. And to not apologise for that either. To regain perspective. Write to the best of my abilities. To remove myself from stats, expectations and perceptions, and, quite simply, to live the fullest …