Month: Nov 2016

The Fab 40s Go Grunge

Stripped down, cool. Flipping the glamour narrative.   Anyone else recall Marc Jacob’s historic grunge collection in 1993 for Perry Ellis?  You know, the own which got him fired which, in turn, led to the conceptualisation and birth of Marc Jacobs, the brand we all know (and worship) today?  It was a ballsy move indeed.  Introducing a sartorial grammar so far removed from the excessive, maximalist life of debauchery of the time, that few understood any of the words uttered, let alone speak it.  A move filled with bravado, yes, and a significant one in the movement we now coin being “fashion mimicking the street“.  I’m fairly confident that concept is not new to most of us. For the next two decades, MJ’s radical grunge runway was emblematic of a collection-before-its-time, a raw, revolutionary response to what was a similarly raw decade. R E N E G A D E    D R E S S I N G The advent of youth culture (as grunge was called in those early days) arrived at the high …

A Week In My Life 2 & A Link-Up | Sheela Writes

A Week In My Life 2 & A Link-Up

Sharing a sneak (or two). The going-ons in this life of mine.   When I first talked about what’s been going on in my world, I really had no idea what to expect.  As in how you’d react, whether anyone would even bother to leave a comment because we all know I don’t precisely lead the most exciting and wild of lives.  I occasionally very seldom eat out thanks in part to health as well as fitness goals, which are the same reasons why I hardly, if ever, attend events.  It’s hard to when you can’t (a) drink anything except water (b) eat anything without asking a million questions on what’s inside, what it was cooked with, even spices used to marinate/flavour the damn thing (c) stand for long because your knees will swell and let’s face it, no one looks good hobbling on 5″ heels, no matter how killer their shoes may be. I was pleasantly surprised when that post received one of the highest number of comments.  Ever.  In my blog history.  Thank …

Me, Myself & I | Sheela Writes

Me, Myself & I

Why so secretive? Why all that hush hush?   How is it we talk about our deepest emotions?  The state of our relationships?  Share our innermost desires and thoughts and fears, and yet hardly anyone talks about sex?  Or, for that matter, masturbation?  I know, I know, did that come across a little too forcefully? LET’S START WITH THE OBVIOUS, SHALL WE? First, the grass is green, the sky is blue, and people masturbate.  Gleefully and often.  But, for some unfathomable reason, men more so than women.  Could it be that many of us are still thinking, “Someday, my prince will come, and so will I.”  Emmmm.  Question mark.  It doesn’t help that the topic of self-love is still brought up in hushed tones, especially amongst women (shaking my head).  It’s seemingly impossible to engage in a candid discussion about, ahem, flickin’ the bean, even from girlfriends who are quick to talk about explicit escapades. This is due partly to the reality that no one wants to talk about vaginas.  According to socially constructed conceptions …

Unleash Your Fearlessness | Sheela Writes

Unleash Your Fearlessness

Let it loose. Let it shine bright.   Deep down, we know we’re wired for something bigger, something better.  We’re not afraid to break the rules.  We know that fearlessness extends far and beyond a job title, or a business, or (for that matter) any definition that isn’t our own. We have a passion, an idea, or a business which we were born to build. We are incredible. We are unstoppable. We are you, we are me, we are us. I am strong because I know my weaknesses. I am beautiful because I am aware of my flaws. I am fearless because I have faced my demons. I am a lover because I have felt hate. I can laugh because I have known sadness.   Imagine what the world would be like if all women lived fearlessly.  Imagine if we were empowered to do, to conquer, and to triumph over that which frightens us.  Imagine if we truly believed that success is about more than just building a profitable business, that it’s about building an …

Boy Oh Boy | Sheela Writes

Boy Oh Boy

Steal his style? Add some mannish flair to your closet?   We’ve all been accused of always wanting what we can’t have (no fibbing now), and that definitely extends to our wardrobe.  Or perhaps, to be more accurate, I should say it stems from our wardrobe?  And even though we own pretty, flirty pieces,  the occasional frou frou statement garment, and sassy numbers aplenty, there’s something about man-centric designs that simply calls to us, singularly and persistently, akin to the siren song of Black Friday sales. Despite conservative (read: archaic) mindsets, there is no loss of femininity when she wears something that belongs to him.  When a woman wears what is traditionally male garb, she converts the garment into something that’s entirely feminine.  And it is the very paradox which makes the entire affair ever so alluring.  After all, who can say what constitutes men’s wear and women’s wear?  Suppose that women are not borrowing apparel from men, but merely taking back something that was once theirs? NOW THAT’S FOOD FOR THOUGHT Navy Blue Vest …

Legacy & A Link-Up | Sheela Writes

Legacy & A Link-Up

Leaving a legacy. What you want to be known for.   I’m still reeling.  In the devastating aftermath of appointing a sexist, racist, misogynistic larger-than-life to lead the world’s most powerful, most influential nation for the next four years, I’m still reeling.  I’ve never shared my political views on the blog and despite my sentiment that class is moving out, and white trailer trash is moving in, I’m not about to start. I, will, however, talk about something very important.  L E G A C Y What you want to be known for. “If I am not for myself, who is for me?  And when I am for myself, what am I?” is the well-known aphorism from Hillel, a famous Jewish rabbi. Red White & Blue Moto Jacket (Forever21) | Ripped Red Skinny Jeans (NY & Co) | Floral Top, Rings & Sunnies (thrifted) | Ankle Booties (JustFAB)  But then again, who expects that of me?  I’m just a regular person.  Nobody cares what I leave behind, or what I do or say.  Nobody will …

A Week In My Life

The past 5 4 days. What’s been happening.   How odd is this, huh?  That I’m actually not pouring my heart out in this post (shock shock, horror horror), but rather, for a change, simply sharing with you, everything which has happened to me and my family over the week.  I’ve really been wanting to post more often.  As in every day, if possible, or at the very least, 4 times a week.  And the blunt truth is I can’t accomplish any of that if I continue down the bare-it-all-long-post route that’s become something of a signature for me. However, as has been pointed out to me, all things are possible.  If I keep it short and sweet, that is. 100 W O R D S Well, maybe 200 words, for the likes of those from whose fingertips, words gush forth without the need for much provocation.  See where it takes me.  And I felt the only way I could achieve such a succinct end result would be if I wrote about what’s been transpiring …