Month: Feb 2016

The Fab 40s In Pink & Red | Sheela Writes

The Fab 40s In Pink & Red

Pink is the colour of candy floss And red is the colour of my beating heart   Things have certainly changed around here.  Mousing through the archives, I realise that I’ve gone from wearing almost exclusively dark shades and black to, well, look at me now. Wearing Red.  And mixing it all up with Pink. And posing like I’ve been doing it my entire life. Indeed, this blog has come a long way since  I started it in November 2012, went on a hiatus (somewhat sporadically yet frequently, if that makes any sense) until November 2015 when I decided there were a few things I wanted to accomplish before turning 50.  I know it sounds truly peculiar but one of the key things on my list was to find a tribe of my own.  Yes, a tribe.  A gathering of like-minded souls, gender notwithstanding.  A circle of people able to discuss and dissect any topic under the bright blue sky, without fear of judgement, and who feels equally comfortable with the sound of silence. The …

Choose To Dress Happy

I wear what makes me smile Puts a swing in my strut   As I get older, I realise I tend to be far more apologetic than I used to be.  What on earth do I mean, you ask?  Well, I often find myself guilty of being somewhat tremulous in the way I approach life and others, particularly those with whom I’m not so well acquainted.  As though I’m apologising for existing, even. I realise how at odds that sounds with the way I’m perceived.  How I look.  How I dress.  I also realise how idiotic I am to even remotely feel that way and that it’s utterly unfounded.  But then again, most concerns and fears veer on the side of irrational, and clearly, mine is no different. So I sat me down and gave myself a pep talk. I shall spare you the details but suffice to say, I emerged victorious. Ha.  But I do want to spend a little time talking about those things which matter.  Things which happen to all of us …

Red Rules, Project Sister Act | Sheela Writes

Red Rules & A Link-Up

It’s truly been quite a while Since the last Project Sister Act post   So much has happened over the past 10 months.  When a group of us paid homage to the 70s.  Or that time when we paired sequins with sneakers for the ultimate in mish-mash.  Or the post which began it all, as we decked out in leather and white. Plaid Jacket & Fringed Clutch (Stitch Fix) | Polka Dot Leggings (JC Penny) | Black Bow Button-Down (Forever21) | Sequin Booties (Urbanog) | Preen Oversized Sunnies (Ditto) As it was then, Project Sister Act is very close to my heart.  It advocates how women across all age groups (I’m talking about teens to 60s, 70s, 80s), are united in showcasing that style knows no age boundary. That style is indeed an expression of one’s personality, no matter if one’s a product of the 70s or 90s. And that the one same motif can be stylish on any and every woman, regardless of the year she was born. STYLE IS AGELESS Project Sister Act …

You Spin Me | Sheela Writes

You Spin Me

Like a record, baby Right round, round, round   Who else loves disco?  I love disco.  Not necessarily the entire spectrum of disco music and disco style but certainly a bit here, a bit there.  I love me some Boney M, Bee Gees, Donna Summer, and who could forget that kickass of an anthem from Gloria Gaynor, I Will Survive. Appropriate much for a Monday post, yes? WHAT DOESN’T KILL YOU CAN ONLY MAKE YOU STRONGER Start-of-a-new-week-grind aside, I felt compelled to touch on the topic of disco not because this post focuses on that era but rather, because, to me, my shoes look like disco balls with heels. Or, from another angle, they could easily pass as shards of glass which may actually come across as being far edgier than disco balls.  Incidentally, this look is a perfect representation of how I put together an outfit, i.e., around my shoes.  It’s something which happens very frequently with me, and, I do fancy, not that rare an occurrence for many of us.  Come to think …

My Technicolour Dream Coat

It was a statement garment A coat of many colours   We all know the potent role colour plays in conveying emotions and thoughts.  In expressing our state of mind at that precise moment.  How strong a tool it can be to drive an opinion home.  But that’s not what this post is focusing on.  Ha.  Got you. D R E A M S That’s what we’re talking about today. For as long as I can remember, I have the most brilliantly coloured dreams.  A spectacular array of hues when it comes to nice ones but an absolute torture when I have nightmares.  Nothing quite like a visual relief to bring those monsters to live 3D action, eh. And I do tend to dream in colour.  Which makes me wonder, how many of us dream in colour, how many in B&W? Does everyone recall their dreams as being vivid with the intensity of a technicolour production?  Wherein the gamut of colours runs from Red to Pink (if pink is for real, of course), Blue to …

Sunny Side Up | Sheela Writes

Sunny Side Up

Half Fry Bina Palti Or Medama Yaki In Japanese   Exotic words which describe the one same thing – a sunny side up.  I kid you not. Have you ever worn something purely for the fun of it?  And not because it was (a) climate appropriate (b) situation appropriate (c) age appropriate (d) just appropriate?  I have to say that personally, I often intentionally go out of my way to wear something which is completely the opposite of what’s expected of me. And for no other reason save to defy convention. E X A M P L E For as long as I can remember, I eschew the colours Red and Pink for the first day of Chinese New Year.  Instead, I’d wear something like Purple or Navy or, for the most part, Black.  Yes, Black is typically frowned upon by the conservative  but as we all know, I’m far from being a traditional Chinese in mentality. Caveat: whenever I wore Black those 15 days of the lunar month, I’d wear jewellery to rival the …

Does Pink Really Exist | Sheela Writes

Does Pink Really Exist?

Is Pink a made-up colour? Is it even real?   Or simply the act of wishful thinking, our brain blending red and violet wavelengths together to create the colour of many little girls’ birthday parties? And I’m not talking about the artiste once known as Alecia Moore. I’m also surmising that you’re somewhat bewildered by the title of this post since my covershot has absolutely no pink whatsoever in it. At all. Perhaps these subsequent images will be of some help. And while it’s perfectly true that no single wavelength of light appears pink, and that pink requires an amalgamation of both red as well as violet lights, does that equate a drummed-up, imaginary existence for what Pantone has coined as one of the two colours of 2016? I’m not so sure. Further food for thought: colour itself is merely an interpretation presented by our brain, meaning no other colour is really out there.  Colour is a sensation which arises in your head.  It’s how you interpret it then name it and, consequently, categorise it. …

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

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 …