Month: March 2016

March On, My Sister | Sheela Writes

March On, My Sister

It isn’t how many times you fall It’s how many times you pick yourself up   A little known fact about me. From 2007 to Q1 2010, I designed and created jewellery under the brandname Eclettica (you can view my Sold Gallery here), with an atelier on Etsy.  It was an exhilarating time for artisan handmade, wire-wrapped pieces, being the zeitgeist of the moment et al.  And I certainly rode the wave, becoming the jewellery designer of choice for none other than the queen of rock herself, Courtney Love Cobain.  Good Interesting times.  Incidentally, you know what they say about artistic people being, well, temperamental? They were absolutely right.  Cough. I digress.  It was indeed an incredible period in my life.  Rollercoaster rides dealing with suppliers, customers and copycats (bane of any designer’s existence).  Managing that tricky balancing act known as cashflow vs inventory.  Learning all about selling and marketing and promoting on the fly. Single-handedly.  Crashing and burning far more times than I care to remember. No matter how many times you fall down, …

My Beyoncé Moment & A Link-Up | Sheela Writes

My Beyoncé Moment & A Link-Up

Who run the world? G I R L S   Why Beyoncé?  And why a Beyoncé moment?  Ahhh there are many reasons why Ms Knowles is the holy grail of female empowerment and independence and fierce authenticity.  She represents the “aha!!” moment for an entire generation of women.  She walks the walk, she talks the talk and she doesn’t take bullshit from anyone.  I can see why that’s worked so brilliantly for this amazing person, this icon.  This survivor. Now before heads start to shake and those eyes begin rolling, this post is not a tribute to Beyoncé or her body of work.  It is, however, an acknowledgement of how much I’ve taken her mantras to heart and incorporated them into my own life.  Into building a better and stronger version of me. My Beyoncé moment. That moment when I consciously set aside all the embarrassment I’ve been wallowing in for over a year now.  The self-inflicted body shaming.  Hiding behind photo editing tools and side poses.  The weight.  The desire to just crawl into …

Sunset Years | Sheela Writes

Sunset Years

Ageing and getting older. The golden chapters of one’s life.   It seems I’ve been talking about growing old up quite a bit lately. Could it be I’m beginning to feel the strain of attempting to vinify like fine wine?  I realise there will come a day when sheetmasks can no longer eradicate the aftermath of a scant 3, 4 hours of sleep or (she quietly confesses), the consequences of going to bed without removing the gunk from one’s face.  When the lure of a needle may very well silence the fear of judgement and appeal to the narcissist in me which, I’m well aware, lurks barely below the surface of my vanity. I suspect all these thoughts have to do with several factors, not the least being that end this month, I intend to go for a procedure called CoolSculpting. HOLD THE BULLETS I LOOK CROSS-EYED IN THE FIRST PICTURE GRIN So, yes, hold your fire. It’s been on my mind for some time.  This weight that I’ve gained.  Over the past 12 months, …