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.
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 Fab 40s has been a wonderful stepping stone for me to venture into creating my tribe. I am closer to some than others, I will not lie, but that’s how the world works. There will be some whose thoughts and vibes simply resonate with the comfort of ease and instant familiarity (I’m talking about you, Annie), and there are others who put the spark in your day, the pep in your step, with their frequent visits to your side of the world (I love you, Debbie, I love you, Sam, I love you, Jess).
The most beautiful thing about a tribe is how dynamic it is.
LIKE THE GRINCH'S HEART. IT GREW AND IT GREW AND IT GREW SOME MORE.
It grows and it expands to make room for more. It has no limit as to how many people are allowed to thrive and bond therein. That’s how I’ve come to view The Fab 40s. As my tribe. My wee inner circle. I confess, I wish we were all closer from a geographical perspective so that we could actually congregate in the real world too but that’d be quite the massive undertaking since we’re spread across several continents.
For the time being, I’ll take what I can get. And that essentially means WhatsApp, emails, social media plaforms and, yes, our monthly joint venture otherwise known as The Fab 40s. You’ll note that the circle has a few fresh faces this time around. New faces, new blood, new styles. All in the pursuit of sisterhood and sartorial satisfaction.
And if you guessed that this instalment was all about pink and red, you were right, and how much do I adore everyone’s look!!!
Let me start with Ann’s outfit. I love everything from her retro sunnies to the frills adorning her tunic to her sequiny-shiny pumps and slicked back hair. But do you see that wall behind her???
Dawn Lucy oscillates from boho to old world glam in a blink of an eye, and with panache too. Everything looks effortlessly thrown together. And we know I feel about those heels of hers.
Diane is a breath of fresh air. The coolest kid on the block who doesn’t realise how cool she is, and by virtue of that, becomes even more cool. I want to be her when I grow up. Like seriously.
Jennie, sweet Jennie. We share a common love for polka dots and bond as only two (very) petite ladies can. What I love most about her outfit is how she appears ten feet tall. Look at those legs.
Mary is no stranger to colour nor to print. She loves them and wears them all, and looks so damn good in practically everything. Just look at this outfit. Practically every piece is covetable.
We all know and love Samantha who’s no stranger to my blog. She’s a little like the Colour Whisperer to me, and I continue to be enthralled and inspired by her deft use of print and hue.
Let me the very first to proclaim an implicit and undying love for Conny of Conny Doll Lifestyle. How could you not adore someone whose sense of style is this enviable? Who makes the most mundane and run-of-the-mill garments look as though they’ve just stepped off the runway into real life? I’ve been
stalking following her for the longest time on Instagram and seen so many different (and all epic) outfits from her, it’s positively insane. In a good way. There’s always an unexpected twist in her ensemble and her pink/red number is no different #athleisure
Then there’s me. The once-afraid-of-bright-colour-but-is-afraid-no-more Sheela.
Basking in the bright rays of the evening sun. They don’t call it the golden hour for naught 🙂
WOULD YOU DO PINK + RED?
p/s photos by Sofia Touassa
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