Month: Dec 2016

Shine On

Twinkle, sparkle, and shine. Shine like the brightest of diamonds.   As I was writing back to Ada, confirming my participation in this special collaboration (thank you for even thinking of me), I began mentally assembling my outfit, as I tend to do whenever embarking upon a shared project. A little bling here, a little shine there.  Perhaps velvet.  Or some sequins.  You know, how the concept of being festive and dressed up for new year’s eve seems to always be tied-in with those elements.  And that’s when the thought came into my mind.  That a woman shouldn’t sparkle only once a year. That a woman should always sparkle.  And shine.  As bright as she could ever possibly be. Every single day. In everything she does. Big or small.  Be it on her own, or with her fellow sister pioneers (Famous Footwear, you really knocked it out of the park). Shine so bright that she illuminates every soul met along the way. Dispel the shadows. Cast them aside. Propel others into the beautiful clarity of …

The Fab 40s Take On Plaid | Sheela Writes

The Fab 40s Take On Plaid

Some say Plaid. Yet others say Tartan.   However you call, that criss-cross pattern of horizontal with vertical bands in various palettes (red being most popular, regardless of season) is instantly recognisable by one and all.  And I couldn’t be more delighted that The Fab 40s is showcasing its unique spin on plaid for this month’s edition. I shan’t be writing much today. Every now and again, a sabbatical is required.  To recharge.  Reboot.  Re-energise.  And that too is true where my brain is concerned because, as of Christmas Eve, it has been officially on hiatus.  I kid you not. So for today, please enjoy some truly pleasing eye candy from The Fab 40s and our guest, all in the name of plaid (or tartan, whichever floats your boat).  And let me know which is your fave out of the eight.  I know, it’s a toughie. Plaid Capelet & Bowie Top (thrifted) | Leather Culottes (Forever21) | Spiked Suede Booties (Make Me Chic) | Detective Trench Bag (Gaultier) | Sunnies & Jewellery (Poshmark)  PRESENTING THE …

Christmas Memories, Continued

Christmas is neither time nor season, But rather, a state of mind.   Continuing on from my earlier recollection of Christmas memories in Borneo, there’s one big part of the entire Yuletide celebration that I’d like to share today. THE CRIB Which, in essence, means the nativity scene showing Joseph, Mary and baby Jesus, in the manger, surrounded by livestock, shepherds and the three Kings. Every year since I was maybe 8 or 9, my brother, Joseph, and I would decide on a theme, and then create all the figurines from scratch. We’d work with clay to shape and mould and create. Then the figurines would be laid out under the sun to dry, a process which could take up to several days for the clay to be fully hardened and sturdy. After that came the fun part, the painting. Each figurine would be painted based on the chosen theme. I don’t remember all of them but two have stuck in my mind. One year, we had an Oriental theme going, complete with trimmings fashioned …

Christmas Memories Part 1

There’s more to this time of year, Then sleigh bells and holly, mistletoe and snow, Those things, they come and go.   My earliest Christmas memory is of when I was about 5.  We were somewhat nomadic at the time, moving frequently (for reasons which I cannot now recall, I must ask my Mum), and that particular year, home was a tiny spot atop this low-cost apartment complex built for government employees (my dad was part of the Marine Fisheries Department then).  We were on the very top floor (apparently my acrophobia hadn’t yet made its appearance known), the four of us crammed into the teeniest two bedroom apartment. I remember sleeping on mattresses on the living room floor most nights because it was very warm.  The air often so thick and muggy you could slice through it with a knife.  And my ears tuned in to the soft rustling of the ceiling fan as it oscillated in a steady, hypnotic rhythm which would eventually lull me into the arms of Morpheus. WITH “APACHE” FROM …

Quick Update & A Link-Up

Keeping things easy. Short, sweet, simple, succinct.   Per my Wednesday post, I’ve just had surgery.  And because it was for the eyes, I am, as you can imagine, typing with one finger, and blurred vision so please forgive me for (a) a short post; and (b) any typos.  Do also find it in your heart to ignore the fact that this post will be short on words, with photos in abundance.  I know, I know, I promised I would never become yet another glossy lookbook in this already saturated bloggersphere but it’s hard to create content when one is somewhat driving blind.  Literally. So without further ado, today’s post concludes my tri-part tweed collaboration with Jodie and her ladies, and Eve.  Our first post featured tweed in a ladylike manner followed by a punk interpretation.  To finish things off, we now present tweed in a fun fashion, which, obviously opens up many worlds in terms of styling. And yet I choked on this one.  I couldn’t think of what would make tweed fun.  I …

More Tales Of Tweed | Sheela Writes

More Tales Of Tweed

He’s still my soulmate. (Always) the better half of our duo.   I realise that within the contents of our first tweed post, I’d promised to share more about the rollercoaster moments of life with my man.  However, in true Sheela form, it had completely slipped my mind that I have surgery scheduled.  Yes, today, Wednesday.  As such, you’ll forgive me if today, I make it a smidge brief?  And to wait a wee bit for more tales from my hearth? Tweed Blazer (old, option, option) | Plaid Asymmetrical Dress (Free People gifted, option, option) | Spiked Vegan Leather Choker (Manic Panic NYC gifted, option, option) | Plaid Waist Cincher (McQueen very old, option, option) | Embellished Black Leather Glove (antique, option) | Steampunk Gear Brooch (gifted, option) | Sunnies (thrifted) A POINT OF TRIVIA TO SHARE I wore only black for the first 38 years of my life. In a (predominantly) steampunk and goth manner. Black. Black with black. Textured, grainy black. Shades of black, if that makes sense. Spikes.  Studs.  Tattoos.  Black lipstick.  …

Every Woman Out There & A Link-Up

You, Me, Her. All women everywhere.   Let me preface by giving credit where it’s due.  This post is completely inspired by what Catherine wrote about the competitive world of (younger) bloggers and how that “dog eat dog” spirit is, for the most part, absent from the community of over 40s (and above) bloggers.  What you’re about to read is my take on women, how I’ve seen women behave around and treat each other, and how we could potentially be.  This piece is in praise of every single female out there. I often hear “women are our own worst enemies” in terms of our culture.  I’m tired of that argument.  I think everyone is their own worst enemy, and I don’t think it’s about something women have specifically against each other.  I’ve been in close proximity with quite a few women in my life, both professionally and personally, and those experiences have (largely) left me optimistic, grateful, and humble.  Of course, this isn’t a fairy tale so yes, I’ve been screwed over by females in business …