Month: Sep 2016

Old Habits Die Hard & A Link-Up

It’s that ole devil again. You know, the one called Doubt?   I don’t know about you, friend, but of late, I’ve feel as though my soul is under constant siege.  Assailed from all directions by those scheming deviants known as fear and self destruction.  Tell me I’m not the only one who goes through periods of ups and downs where my insecurities are concerned? Here I thought I was finally (FINALLY) letting go of the things which have been holding me back all these years.  Taking (tentative) steps forward.  Headed toward what was hopefully a better place.  Then, boom boom pow.  Out of nowhere, I find myself repeating old patterns, holding desperately clutching onto negative beliefs, letting the opinions and words of others derail my self worth. WORST, NOT TREATING MYSELF WITH LOVE OR RESPECT Dress, gifted (eShakti) (use code “sheelagoh” for 10% off your order) | Suede Heels (Ami Clubwear) | Purple Dior Sunnies, Embellished Black Leather Collar & Rings (thrifted) | Metallic Champagne Leather Cuff, gifted (Unearthed) Tell me that happens even …

The Fab 40s In Hats

I can’t.  It’s impossible. There’s simply no such thing.   I (finally) watched Maleficent last night.  Truthfully, I yearn to exist in a logic-defying world. Somewhere where none are held captive by the confines of normality.  The sort of place where flights of fancy are the norm, rather than the exception.  Wherein the words, “can’t” or “impossible” or the phrase, “no such thing” do not even exist.  I fell in love with Maleficent’s technicolour world as well as all those wondrous beings residing in every nook and corner of the moors.  It’s that very same sensation that flows through me whenever I watch a Harry Potter flick, or any Narnia installment.  An incredible sense of awe and childlike wonder that echoes my childhood.  And I know it stems from being raised on a literary diet of Blyton, Tolkien and Lewis, since I was old enough to recognise my mother’s voice. Sadly, fantasies don’t have that much of a place in everyday life. For the most part, we’re dissuaded from what society terms as “daydreaming”.  In …

Comparison Bites & A Link-Up | Sheela Writes

Comparison Bites & A Link-Up

Ass kicker. Soul Crusher. A chew-you-up-and-spit-you-out deal.   Making comparisons is nothing new.  And, if you’re anything like me, you probably catch yourself falling into the ever-alluring yet emotionally-dangerous trap of comparing yourself to others.  Frequently. CAN I GET A YAAS? According to social comparison theory, we do this in an attempt to make accurate evaluations of ourselves.  But at what cost?  In as much as comparisons (and role models) are both invaluable and essential, we can’t be driving ourselves insane shadow-boxing those whom we think have done better, accomplished more than us.  Those whom we perceive to be in better, nicer places in their lives.  Emulation is a tricky terrain.  A slippery slope covered with the slime and mud of envy, with the immense potential of spinning us into a tail-chasing frenzy of self-doubt.  Hello. Social media hasn’t helped, really.  Distance no longer exists save for (a) when we physically board a plane; or (b) the time it takes for our ISP to actually do its job.  That which was once a beautiful gift in …

Into The Garden | Sheela Writes

Into The Garden

The power of florals is going strong. And shows no sign of wilting.   Without a doubt, the floral motif is one of the most successful generation-transcending print in the entire style planet, having navigated and adapted itself most dexterously across a plethora of communities, cultures, and age groups.  From the fresh-faced pig-tailed charm of Laura Ingalls Wilder and the (questionable shabby chic appeal of) drapes and frills of Laura Ashley, to edgy, graphic interpretations (think something weird, something beautiful the likes of Murakami for Vuitton and Anya Hindmarch’s SS 2017 Collection) and the rambunctious profusion of petals within the hallowed atelier halls of Schiaparelli, Dior as well as Margiela (all hail Galliano). Certainly when it comes life outside of blog posts and social media squares, flower power takes on a more subdued demeanour for most of us.  And no matter the degree to which we adorn ourselves with blooms, of one thing I’m certain.  We’ve all entertained thoughts of how our wardrobes could flourish by virtue of flora and fauna with the coming colder …

Self Sabotage | Sheela Writes

Self Sabotage & A Link-Up

Yes, we do sabotage ourselves. And, often, without even realising it.   My husband insists I’m afraid of success.  I’m adamant he’s not making any sense.  I pour myself into every endeavour.  Heart.  Mind.  Soul.  And shoot for the stars.  For instance, when I was creating jewellery, I counted Courtney Love Cobain as well as The Veronicas and Kat Von D as regular clients. During those 15 odd years of being in the PR industry, I worked on campaigns for Panerai, Loewe, Anna Sui Cosmetics, Jaeger-LeCoultre, Poltrona Frau, Veuve Clicquot, Sally Hansen NY, Dr Scholl, Tag Heuer, Krug and Hugo Boss. So what was he talking about, I demanded, indignantly!! Yes, the man responded, but do you also remember when Bergdorf Goodman asked to see samples of your designs, and you freaked out to the point of not even responding?  Or that time when the email arrived from Bloomingdale’s, inviting you to come over and present your collection to their buyers?  You literally turned green and almost passed out, refusing to reply? Errr.  Right.  I’d …

Follow The Leader | Sheela Writes

Follow The Leader

How do you choose? The Instagram accounts you follow?   What’s your criteria?  The factors which determine whether you deem an account worth following (or not).  What are your considerations?  Why do you follow the ones you do?  In a sea of 300 million daily active users (gasp), I’m curious to know how you make your selection. I know of many who follow those we consider Instagram celebrities for the sheer sake of association, in the hopes of (a) getting the attention (and perhaps even response to a comment) from these; and (b) attract a following from like-minded groupies to add to their own numbers.  Not that there’s anything wrong in this mentality, and, in fact, I’ll even go so far as to say it’s an approach we’ve all adopted at least once in our social media lifetimes (be it for other platforms or the money-making machine that is now Instagram). However, I personally no longer do that. In March, I reduced the number of accounts I follow from over 600 to under 160.  And …

A Little Unsteady

We all feel that way at times. A little unsteady.  A little shaky.   Hanging by a thread.  Held together by nothing more than a breath and a prayer.  It’s hard.  It’s rough.  It’s gut-wrenching and incredibly painful.  And it seems as though there is no coming up for air.  No light at the end of a seemingly neverending tunnel. Hanging by a thread can be really difficult.  And it sucks. A lot. But listen to me.  It’s going to be alright. You can get through this. Inhale.  Exhale.  The sun will still rise tomorrow.  The sky will still be blue.  You’re going to make it.  It will all work out. THIS WILL NOT KILL YOU You might feel broken.  You might feel as though you’re all alone and there’s no one there with you, for you, but that’s not true.  There’s a choir of angels by your side.  Angels you call friends.  Angels you can’t quite see. You’re probably feeling devastatingly alone.  Adrift.  You think no one can hear you cracking.  Breaking.  Coming apart.  …