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Life With My Man

He’s my soulmate.

The better half of our duo.

 

I’d do anything for him.  Stand in front of an oncoming train for him.   Move mountains.  Walk on water.  And yet, there are moments when I’d ever so happily throttle him with my bare hands. Yes, with absolute relish (he’d probably say the same if you but asked him).

Before anything else, let me tell you that the idea for this post was completely inspired by Rosy of Sparkles Of Light.  Her rant left me laughing so hard, and for so long, that not only did I end up with stitches in my side, my nose was oscillating between being utterly stuffed up, and utterly drippy.  Peppered with intermittent snorts similar to the trumpeting of elephants.  It was neither an attractive sight nor sound, no.

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Tweed Blazer (old, option, option) | Lace Top (sold out, option, option) | Coated Jeans (Forever 21, option, option) | Long Line Bralette (Victoria’s Secret, option, option) | Booties (GX by Gwen Stefani, option, option) | Necklace (gifted, option) | Jewellery & Sunnies (thrifted)

LIKE CLOGGED PLUMBING IN A DECREPIT APARTMENT

And so I thought it might very well be fun to pull apart the curtains a smidge, and let you guys have a look into how my life has been, living with my man.  What he does which drives me crazy, as in wall-climbing insane.

C’mon, it could be fun.

Let me preface by confiding in you that my man cannot be quiet.

Or do things quietly, I should say.

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No matter how hard he tries, from the moment his eyes open to greet the world in the morning, he is a one-man band, along the likes of affable jack-of-all-trades Bert from Mary Poppins.  Equally goofy.  Just as uncoordinated with leg and limb.  Lovable, yes, but nonetheless a walking cornucopia of sound.  Then you have me, who thrives on silence.  On the stillness of the moment.  Deeply immersed in my thoughts.

And boom boom pow goes the bedroom bathroom door.  Gurgle, gurgle go both the bidet as well as flush.  A series of clicks, and taps, and light raps signal that he’s unplugged his iPhone from charger, picked up his glasses, has empty glass in hand, and is headed shuffling groggily out.

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Completely unaware of the bedlam he’s instigated, my man then walks towards the kitchen, pausing to lean across my “tower” (what he likes to call my work and side tables, which flank me like fortresses) and give me a morning breath kiss.  Still shuffling, he clumsily (and ever so noisily) assembles his mocha (complete with requisite Italian cuss word when it takes him double the effort to tighten the base).  As he awaits his first espresso of the day, he makes sure to place my mug under my coffee thingamabob, scoop the ground powder and pour water into the percolator, and switch it on so that my shot of java awaits me.

Our morning has only just begun, friend.

Now, he moves onto the pills.

WHAT PILLS, YOU ASK?  I SHALL EXPLAIN.

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My man and I, we take quite a few pills supplements.  I suppose that’s putting it mildly, actually, because we ingest a motherload of supplements.  Everything from Marine Fish Oil to DHEA, and BCAAs to Glucosamine, these are popped into our bodies every single day, and have thus been popped into our bodies over the past 4, 5 years.  They’ve been invaluable in fighting off inflammation and muscular aches we go through from time accumulated at the gym (my mum once asked why we endured such hardship and go through all that craziness working out, all in the name of looking good GRIN it’s not just looking good, mum, it’s also about feeling good).

Now, as is the case within most households, we all have our chores, be thy assigned or assumed, and for my man, it’s the pills.  I just never realised that the simple act of taking plastic containers from the cupboard, pouring out a select quantity of pills, and then returning said containers would involve acoustics.  So much acoustics.  Had I known, well, suffice to say, I’d be the one counting and disseminating them pills.

As I said, friends, this but covers the first hour of the morning.

Tune in on Wednesday for more of what transpires.

When my man’s home with me.

And now, I bid you welcome, friend, to yet another wondrous collaboration between Jodie and her ladies, Eve, and myself.  For this particular project, we’re exploring the versatility of something immensely classic yet fresh, that is, the tweed blazer.  Have a look at how we’ve styled our respective pieces to create a look that represents “ladylike” for each of us.

Eve, Teens (the world according to eve)

The World According To Eve

Such a pretty dress for a pretty young woman.  Very feminine yet spunky in terms of length and that bold print, the perfect sartorial representation of Eve’s personality.  And I’m very appreciative of how she picked such a bold tweed piece, it’s such a statement piece.

Sheela, 40s (sheela writes)

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I knew I didn’t want to wear a dress or a skirt, and I also wanted my interpretation of feminine to be unexpected.  Enter coated, cropped skinnies with delicate lace turtleneck (which felt as light as a baby’s breath), and a touch of fur to glam up my tweed blazer.

Jodie, 50s (jodie’s touch of style)

Jodie

What a beautiful rendition of tweed, Jodie.  Such a classy, elegant look.  One wouldn’t think necessarily think of plum as being a complementary shade against the vivacity of red and drama of black but clearly, it’s a palette that works ever so stunningly.

Nancy, 60s (jodie’s touch of style)

Nancy

I think this my fave look of today.  From the subtle mint and purple and yellow of her tweed number to Nancy’s super cool riding boots just peeking out from under that lace skirt.  Everything about this look should not work, but it does, and most harmoniously.

Charlotte, 70s (jodie’s touch of style)

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Hooray for Charlotte wearing pants too!!  I adore the subtle Diane Keaton feel to this look.  The little touches of glamour (read: gold) and the gorgeous shades emanating from her tweed blazer.  And hello necktie+necklace hybrid thingy, I wouldn’t mind borrowing that.

Come back and visit on Wednesday to (a) read more about how my man adds music to my life (quite literally), and (b) to see us style those same tweed pieces with a punk twist.  Yup, I said punk.

Love, Sheela

Finally made the transition to AV and am now on YouTube as well as Snapchat (sheela.goh), would adore your support through subscribing to my channel/adding my snaps. 

Pretty please?

p/s my photos are by Sofia Touassa

I link up here.

9 Comments

  1. robjodiefilogomo says

    It really is the “can’t live with them/can’t live without them” quandary, eh?
    But I’ve decided that one of the advantages to getting older is actually losing my hearing. Because then these little moments that you’re describing are really nothing!! Ha ha!
    Oh, and I just want you to know that I blame you for my latest addiction, sunglasses!! It’s few compared to yours (I’m sure), but compared to the lowly one pair I stated with last year—4 is a lot! (of course, I don’t take responsiblity for my shopping addiction—what’s the fun in that?)
    jodie
    http://www.jtouchofstyle.com

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  2. Nancy says

    Hahaha, that sounds horrible! I like some silence in the morning! My man is already of to work when I get out of bed! I love that! But I also love to wake up together on the weekends!……with noise!

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  3. Ha, yes … men and their inane ability to know exactly how to drive us crazy and not even realize they are doing it. I’m adoring this latest collaboration with tweed as the focus. Your look is both fierce and feminine … well done!

    Rena
    http://www.finewhateverblog.com

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  4. This was so much fun, thank you Sheela! We all have our little tics and one of the joys of marriage is we get used to the other person’s tics. He fills your coffee cup, that’s pretty fab (Sandy does the same for me). Your outfit is fierce! xo

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