Month: Mar 2016

Of Umbrellas & Backseat Wiggling | Sheela Writes

Of Backseat Wiggling

I’m serious. Brollies. Wiggle Wiggle.   No matter how much you’ve prepped, you’re never completely ready for that first location shoot.  I don’t care how the populars make it appear smooth and effortless because it really isn’t.  There’s the issue of changing in the backseat of your car, with non tinted windows and peak hour traffic zooming by.  Forget about the gawking when you’re struggling with stubborn zippers and buttons that refuse to co-operate.  Privacy is non-existent.  Even if your oh so pretty polka dotted Moschino umbrella is opened to supposedly shield you.  And never mind the wolf-whistling when you realise all that sweating was for naught because your top is inside out #thestruggleisreal LOCATION SHOOTS AREN’T FOR THE FAINT OF HEART Nor for the weak of bladder. Of which I am guilty. Thus explains that look of concentration on my face in these photos.  I’m trying to sashay and strut whilst ignoring the people who were driving past and staring (some waved, some hooted, others made clucking sounds, what gives), and praying to any …

The Fab 40s In Florals | Sheela Writes

The Fab 40s In Florals

I used to believe I wasn’t much of a floral person   It’s a smidge hard to sell that line these days when this post represents my third, consecutive no less, featuring me in a cornucopia of flora and bloom and blossom. I’ve been a walking flower garden and taken it down a petal or two. But what’s irrefutable is that I can no longer lay claim to being a non floral person. That card is clearly off the table. In true Sheela form, I’ve migrated from the dark side and leapt over to where the sun never goes to bed; yellow brick roads zig zag here there and everywhere; and flowers actually do talk. In fact, they’re rather sassy, they often give lip, and they’re certainly nowhere near being on a wall. Instead, they’re plastered on clothes and embellishing shoes and adorning lapels and prettying up one’s tresses.  One could surmise that flowers (much like love and money and sliced bread) can move mountains and make the world go round. Perhaps what’s ringing truer …

Flower Power & A Link-Up

Summer of love, I see no clouds ahead.   There may not be orange Popsicles in this post.  Or lemonade.  And I can’t promise any hippie dippy action nor flowers in anyone’s head.  What I can promise is a new chapter of Project Sister Act.  That movement which encourages women of all ages (from teens all the way to 70s) to thumb their noses up as this nonsensical notion of “age-appropriate dressing“.  Speaking of which, just the other day, I read something which made my blood boil.  Here I am, preaching on repeat mode that style is ageless, that style does not discriminate, and there was this person, stating how glad she was that a certain elderly member of her family was dressing in an age appropriate fashion.  I was astounded. Like hello?? What does that even mean? White Peasant Blouse (Forever21) | Red & Black Floral Leggings (JC Penny) | Floral Mesh Booties & Red Sunnies (Poshmark) | Black & Gold Bucket Bag (Zara) What surprised me the most was how she herself projected …

My Fight Song

Am I religious? No, not particularly.   Do I believe in miracles and the power of prayer?  That I do.  Wait.  A public proclamation of that nature does ring rather like the voice of a false prophet, doesn’t it?  Akin to a 21st century messiah but that’s not what we’re talking about today.  I’m here, neither to preach nor propagate words from any book of old.  I am, however, going to share what I did on Monday (which, incidentally, prevented me from publishing my regular post) and how I think it might change my life. I’ve talked about my weight issues here and here.  Since then, I’ve gained another 17lbs despite a strict, clean diet coupled with exercise.  No matter what I did, the weight just kept rising.  I couldn’t understand what was going on with my body.  I was doing all the right things.  Protein-centric diet.  Minimal to zero carbs.  No wheat.  No sugar.  Loads of greens.  Loads of exercising.  And still the scales showed that my weight was continuously on the up.  In the …

Perfectly Flawed + A Link-Up

Perfectly Flawed + A Link-Up

We’re all perfectly flawed mortals In search of enlightenment.   That we are. We have dents.  We have bruises a-plenty.  There are chinks in our armour and cracks in our wall.  And I’m quite certain most of us have used up a lifetime’s worth of metaphorical band-aids trying to patch those cuts.  Yet whilst our flaws and imperfections are what make us, us, they don’t define us.  Neither do they determine the paths we choose.  The quote above?  I overheard it from an episode of Madam Secretary, and it struck such a chord with me.  So much that I thought I might share a little of my personal life choices, and how they’ve shaped me (for better or for worse). At the end of it, I hope you’ll come to see just how utterly flawed I am, and yet, still stitched held (if somewhat tenuously) together by nothing but the best and purest of intentions. PERFECTLY FLAWED MORTALS IN SEARCH OF ENLIGHTENMENT I grew up in a very strict environment.  Irrationally so because, at the …

Clarins On The Lips | Sheela Writes

Lipstick Love

I love lipsticks. But that’s no secret, right?   Last I counted, I’m the proud owner of approximately 317 lipsticks.  Yes, I heard your gasp, and it’s perfectly understandable.  That’s quite the exaggerated quantity for someone in possession of a mere single pair of lips, I know (and in my defense, there are others who have much much more).  But this is how it looks from where I’m standing.  Lipsticks are one of the most affordable accessories available, easily perceived as the finishing touch to an outfit. AND A WOMAN NEEDS HER OPTIONS. Brown Sugar by Avon.  Despite images currently shown on the web, I remember it as being a striking geisha red.  Rich and creamy with a satin finish.  And I also vividly recall that no matter how tired she was or simply dressed, my mother would never ever be seen in public without lipstick and that lipstick was a look-at-me-I’m-fabulous red.  That was such a beautiful childhood memory, don’t you think? When it comes to lipsticks, although my preference tends to slant towards …

It’s A Blue World

Chambray. That means Denim too.   Can I tell you something?  No, it’s not (yet) another sordid broadcast secret, pinkie swear.  Here’s the thing.  Up until, hmmm, a year or two ago, I never ever EVER wore blue.  I promise I’m telling the truth.  I felt so utterly uncomfortable in that colour.  It made me uneasy, squeamish even, and I was convinced blue made me look as attractive as a dried-up, week-old coconut husk, like the ones you occasionally stumble upon whilst attempting a romantic sunset stroll along the beach. I’M SERIOUS. Blue just wasn’t for me. And don’t even get me started on denim. I’d have frightful flashbacks of lumberjack moments.  Or, worse still, farm hands back in Borneo who went for days with nary a shower nor a toothbrush.  We shan’t even dissect the topics of proper plumbing and sanitary toilet facilities, or the lack thereof.  I realise I’m exaggerating, bordering on hallucinating perhaps, but this fear is as real to me as yours are to you, my friend.  For whatever the reason, blue …

Ebb & Flow | Sheela Writes

Ebb & Flow

Words, I mean. Sometimes they ebb and flow.   It’s one of those days when my brain feels empty, and I don’t know what to say.  Does that happen to you too?  Because it hardly, if ever, happens to me.  Writing is something that flows.  A part of me which I’ve always been able to reply upon.  It’s not something I need to overthink.  It never lets me down, but today, tonight, at this precise moment, absolutely nothing is happening. MY MIND FEELS NUMB. And that isn’t normal. I could chalk it down to insomnia the night before, and tossing, turning until around 3am.  Sleep deprivation isn’t fun and can be a buzz creativity killer.  I doubt it’s that though.  Insomnia has plagued me since my early teens and I’ve always been able to function in spite of it.  You know what’s funny though?  The more I keep talking about why I have nothing to write, the more I’m actually finding something to write about. Isn’t it ironic?  Don’t you think? I’ve been reflecting on …

Being Confident & A Link-Up | Sheela Writes

Being Confident + A Link-Up

What’s wrong with being confident? What’s wrong with being who you really are?   Nothing. Not a single thing. And if that opening line appears familiar, it’s Ms Lovato’s anthem (I love you, Demi).  If it isn’t yours yet, I urge you to give it a go listen. So, I was staring at my blank screen, seeking inspiration to craft the story behind this look.  That’s how it works actually, I look at the photographs, the location, the expressions on my face, something sparks a thought, a memory, and the writing begins.  As I was looking intensely at the laptop, I started humming the song.  Out of the blue.  Although, in my mind, I edited the lyrics a tad.  I hummed, “What’s the matter with being confident, a-haaa!“.  It runs in the family, in fact, this innate ability to revise words/names/songs, as my dad and my brother would attest.  Fact: my mother is very skilled in rebaptising people and renaming roads. I KID YOU NOT. Why the topic “confidence“, you ask? Well, as I said, …

My Guilty Pleasure | Sheela Writes

My Guilty Pleasure

I’ve something to tell you. A dirty little secret I simply must share.   I’m somewhat obsessed with watching the Kardashian/Jenner women in all their faux glory.  It’s a little known guilty pleasure of mine.  Their outbursts and fits of petulance.  The neverending stream of drama permeating their lives on a daily basis, albeit many of which are self-induced, that in turn lead to seemingly irrational acts. (Questionable) style choices.  Mostly that.  Specifically Kourtney (her clothes, her hair), Kylie (damn those elusive lip kits, they’re always sold out) and Kendall (she’s the only one, aside from Kourtney, who doesn’t walk around caked with make-up). Wait, does that make me a groupie? #dontjudge While we’re being honest here, I’ll confess I rather admire Kimmy Cakes.  I don’t quite like her as a person but I respect how she’s built this amazingly lucrative empire.  In fact, I never realised just how sharp she was until I started watching the show (it all began with Bruce becoming Caitlin, I couldn’t stay away).  Witnessing how she consistently repackaged herself/her …