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Self Reflection – Questions To Ask Yourself, Part 3

The capacity for self scrutiny.

(Re)discovering purpose and essence.


At long last.

My third and final part of a series that was inspired by what Chriselle published on New Year’s Eve.  My opening thoughts were shared here, the follow-up here, and today, as promised, I’m revealing my responses to concluding Questions 7 to 9.

Honest. Raw. Zero filters.

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7. Who has helped me, been influential, or impacted my life last year?

This one is easy.  And fairly predictable.  I would say my husband, Pierluigi, and my daughter, Eve.  They are so different in personality but completely identical in being my champions, my number one fans.  And truthful ones at that.  Equally forthcoming with the bricks as well as the bouquets (albeit the former would be dished out in a delicate fashion to preserve my feelings, but dished out nonetheless).

From every perspective be it professional or personal.

Physical or emotional.

I would wither away and die without them.

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8. What am I really proud of?

A number of things.

In no particular order.

Losing over 120lbs over the course of 18 months.  Now that was really (so not) fun but utterly liberating, to say the least.

Partnering with the most amazing brands including Zotos and Kérastase and Forever 21 and Christian Siriano and Nyx Lipsticks and Famous Footwear and Nike and MAC and Osea Malibu.

Attending New York Fashion Week.  With my baby girl.

Then watching said baby girl start her life at university.  And flourish.  That one takes the cake.  Although I know I shouldn’t possibly claim all the any credit for this since she basically achieved it all on her own, I’m still going to list it as one of my proudest moments ever.

Taking huge steps to make friends.  And even if those endeavours did not quite yield the results I was seeking, hey, I tried.  I forced myself out of my bubble, joined communities, downloaded apps (those were interesting to say the least), and attempted to “connect” with like-minded people.  With varying degrees of success, I suppose you could say GRIN read about my adventures here, here and here, and formulate your own conclusions.

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9. Is everything I have done last year in alignment with my big dream or goal?


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To which I do not yet have an answer.

I think know I am on the right path.  Moving along the appropriate route but I am fully aware that there leaves much to be desired in terms of the speed in which I am navigating my way along this path.  Much to be desired.

It is as my husband claims.  I fear success.  I fear the changes that inevitably come with achieving prominence and awareness.  And it is because of this fear that I believe I’ve been intentionally sabotaging my own growth and success and expansion.  Staying where I am because, well, because it’s comfortable.  It’s safe.

But it certainly doesn’t pay the bills, does it?

I need to sit down and ask myself where I want to take this blog, this business.  Do I want it to be a side-hustle for ever?  Or am I in it because I really believe I have something worthwhile to say and share?  And get paid for?

Do I want  it enough to stop making excuses for not posting regularly?  And actually create an editorial line-up that makes sense, is realistic, and something I would actually follow?  I don’t have any answer for you (or for me) at this very moment but I will soon.  I have to.

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And that, my friends, concludes a tri-part sharing deal that was supposed to have ended in the first week of January.  See what I meant about being committed to a posting schedule?  Don’t forget to read Eve’s version of this.

Was I far too revealing?

Did I share too much?

How would you have answered these questions yourself?


Love, Sheela

p/s my photos are by Sofia Touassa and yes, these were taken ages ago, a year back actually

I link up here.

The Fab 40s In Velvet

Smooth as butter.

Plush as a king’s ransom.


Hurray, the Fab 40s are reunited.

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Remember when I talked about taking time out from collaborations and projects because they, well, draining and taking me away from my real love?  That is to write whatever my heart desires and not based on what a preset schedule dictated?  That was last May and since then, whilst I appreciate the freedom to express myself in whichever directi0n my soul felt so inclined, I’ve also come to appreciate (and miss) the structure of a pre-determined timeline.  I’ve felt somewhat utterly lost like a ship sans its rudder.  There was nothing to nudge kick my ass into gear and put my thoughts onto posts.

But above all.

I’ve missed Jennie and Annie and Mary.  And Veronica (get well soon, babe).  Also Diane and Sam even if they are no longer part of this collaboration, they’re still my friends in their 40s who remain oh so fabulous.

I’ve missed them a lot.

The camaraderie that has been forged over the years.  The mutual healthy obsession with clothes and accessories and the overall industry of style as well as aesthetics.

So it was a no brainer to get things started again in 2018.

Sometimes out with the old and in with the new is apt.  In this instance, it’s more along the lines of how things simply get better over time.

For the resurrected edition of the Fab 40s, we’re lining things up a wee bit differently.  Previously, it was in alphabetical order.  This time around, we’re basing turns on birthdays.  I love how Jennie phrased it, “Our new order goes by age versus alphabetically each month so we can all have our maximum number of times before we transition out of the group.”  In that spirit, she got to pick the theme for our return to the fray.

Velvet.  In all its regal splendour.

And a beautiful theme it is.  I went all out.  As did Annie and Jennie, while Mary as well as Suzy (our lovely guest) showed us the lovely art of strategically using velvet to accent one’s outfit.  You’ll understand what I’m saying as you scroll further.

More is more. 

Less can also be more.

It’s really up to you and how you want to play it.

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Join me now in gushing over my fellow Fab 40 females, in their individual interpretations of what it means to be a princess.

Jennie, A Pocketful Of Polka Dots

I loved Jennie’s outfit so much that right after she emailed the group this photo, I went and bought myself the precise same suit so we are now, as she rightly puts it, velvet paisley twins.  One thing I must say about Jennie.  Whatever theme that month may proclaim, she commits wholeheartedly and always comes up with the most yummy of looks.

Ann, Kremb de la Kremb

Another outfit that is near and dear to my heart is the divine dress Annie is sporting.  Could it be that I too own this precise little frock (ahem, good taste flocks together?) or, and I think perhaps more so, is the fact that she looks absolutely gorgeous in it.  So fresh and new and, in the words of Isaac Mizrahi, so relevant and now, darling.

Mary, Curly Byrdie Chirps

Here, Mary beautifully demonstrates how effective velvet is in not just adding texture to an already lovely look but also ups the quotient in both style and level of sophistication.  The combination of pink + blue has always had a special place in my heart, and this outfit here is a perfect visual example of why that is so.  I especially adore the glorious details of her little bag.

For this month, we have the gorgeous, gorgeous Suzy as our guest.

I need to dissect her look to understand how Suzy managed to create an outfit that is, all at once, youthful and sophisticated and fun.  Achieving one of those on its own is tough enough, accomplishing all three at once is simply pure sartorial genius.

And, of course, there’s me.  Back with a velvety vengeance.

Velvet Kimono (c/o Forever21) | Velvet Corset Boots (c/o ShoeDazzle) | Velvet Drawstring Pouch (Zara) | Black Dress (purchased in Singapore) | Bra & Sunnies (Poshmark)


Do you like velvet too?

Have you missed the Fab 40s as well?  Say yes or my heart will be broken GRIN


Love, Sheela


p/s my photos are by Sofia Touassa

I link up here.

Sheela Writes | Self Reflection - Questions To Ask Yourself, Part 2

Self Reflection – Questions To Ask Yourself, Part 2

Examining oneself.

Mentally. Emotionally. Externally.


Second in a(n immensely prolonged) tri-part post series, this theme of looking inwardly as a means to dissect, review and discern is completely inspired by something Chriselle published on New Year’s Eve.  My opening thoughts were shared here, and today, as promised, I’m going to reveal Questions 4 to 6, and my responses thereto. I apologise for the crazy gap in between posts, but my work website is finally up!!  It only took working around the clock for 18 months GRIN it went live when I was away in Dallas for a tradeshow and, as you can imagine, there were countless things to debug. Kinks to unkink.

As always, the words you’re going to read aren’t necessarily pretty and they’re most certainly neither glossed over nor sugar-coated.  I am nothing if not blunt and truthful when it comes to my thoughts, emotions, feelings, and I realise not everyone is on board with this approach (fact: 33 people unsubscribed from my blog when this post came online).

That being said, I do hope that those who matter, will stick around because, as you well know, you (and your comments) mean the world to me.

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4. How have I developed or changed as a person?

I don’t know if I have, honestly.  Is it at all realistic to expect to change habits of decades in a scant 12 months?  How does one modify traits one has cultivated over so many years?

If there has been a detectable difference, I’d like to believe it’s me becoming a stronger person.  That in identifying my weaknesses, I’ve lessened their hold on me, of only just a little.  Liberated myself, so to speak.

Does that make any sense at all?

Perhaps (and even) more importantly is the knowledge that there is zero shame in acknowledging the need to ask for help.  That there is absolutely no shame in wanting the support of another.  And that I truly cannot expect to accomplish everything on my own.

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5. What have I done differently in 2017? What new people have I met or new experiences have I had?

I shall again segmentise my replies.

Professionally – As you know, I work full-time but on a remote basis which has extended me a fair amount of time and travel flexibility.  Over the past five years, I’d rarely venture into the office, going perhaps once every two months or so.  My reasons ranged from feeling uncomfortable around people to citing extreme fatigue.  Anyway, after Eve went to university, I decided I would head to the office and, for the first time, get to know my colleagues.  Let them see I wasn’t quite the phantom lady whose name appeared only on emails, and baked the occasional tray of cookies and cakes.  It was a little awkward at first, I’ll have you know that.  But over them, it became the norm to see me at the office.  It became the norm for A to talk to me about her daughters and raising them alone as a single parent.  And the norm for N to crack jokes and goof around with me, and that is so super cool.

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Blogging-wise, the short and sweet version of things is that I suck at planning and being organised.  I really do.  I’ve also come to realise that the longer you stay away, the harder it becomes to pick things up and get into a routine of (quasi) regular posting again.  This is something I’m working on improving.  And not only because blogging is a source of income for me (one that has, naturally, dipped rather dismally thanks to my inconsistent posting schedule), but primarily because writing is my therapy.  It allows me to (quite literally) take things out of my heart and head, and leave them somewhere else.  So not so much meeting new people or gaining new experiences but more along the lines of coming to terms with my shortcomings, and maybe, finally maybe taking steps to stop being so damn disorganised.

Personally, I actually had a lot of things to share but something very unexpected and dramatic happened within the folds of our blended family just about a week ago.  I’m not ready to talk about it beyond the fact that the serenity I previously described is gone, and I’m no longer on speaking terms with one of my stepsons.  Yes, I’m very sad but it is what it is for now.  Maybe I’ll divulge it here one day.

I don’t know.

Only time will tell if things change.

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6. How much fun have I had in 2017? Was I fulfilled?

Firstly, yes, I’ve had a TON of fun last year!!  Despite all the not-so-cool things that happened, I really enjoyed 2017.  I was able to share so many new and different experiences with my husband.  Travel and explore places with my baby.  Conquer a few health issues and (finally) get back to doing things I love such as (kick)boxing, sprinting, squatting.  Secondly, was I fulfilled?  This is a loaded question because, you see, I’m one of those glass-half-empty people.  I know I know, I can’t help it.  So I doubt I will ever say I feel fulfilled, no matter how much I’ve accomplished, but I will say that I achieved a lot more than I’d expected and it was a very very good feeling.  Does that count?

And that was the second of a tri-part sharing deal.  I even managed to persuade Eve to do it so go check out her answers. The third and final part  (slated for next Wednesday because, get ready for it, The Fab 40s returns on Monday) talks about the cornerstones of my life, the people who matter most, and if I felt fulfilled by the events of 2017. I’d love it if you came back then.

Was I far too revealing?

Did I share too much?

How would you have answered these questions yourself?


Love, Sheela

p/s my photos are by Sofia Touassa

I link up here.

Self Reflection – Questions To Ask Yourself, Part 1

Exercising introspection.

Looking within to move ahead.


This post is a complete rip-off of something Chriselle did yesterday (and, as always in the spirit of full disclosure, I’d fully intended on completing mine on New Year’s Eve, but the best laid plans et al, necessitating that I break my responses to these questions into three parts).  I thought if she (with her insane schedule and justifiably glorified status as one of the most influential public figures in the industry today) could be honest and raw in that way, I could too, albeit across segments.

Truthfully though, this was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to write.  I mean one could just rattle a few choice words and come up with a superficial response to every question, something pretty.  Certainly far and away from being authentic and genuine, and where’s the point in that, correct?


1. What were my best achievements in 2017?

This completely stumped me.  I’ve sat in front of my laptop, in front of this particular question for the past 15 minutes, and absolutely nothing has come to mind.  That’s rather pathetic sad, isn’t it?  I know I am always very hard on myself and perhaps that’s why I can’t think of anything I’ve done in 2017 that deserves to be shared here but give me a second.  I can do this.

Professionally, I’ve been toiling away at a brand, spanking new website for work since October 2016,  It has been quite the challenge.  The freelancer we originally engaged, flaked just days before work was due to commence.  Then we found the best design agency ever (based out of NYC) and for a while, things moved beautifully, until our main contact up and resigned (going from designer to RN, I know, I’m still shaking my head), and left everything so much in shambles that we had to start from ground zero. Again.  Anyway, we are at the very last stage of the project and soon enough, my baby will see the light of day.

Blogging-wise, 2017 has taught me to hit the pause (and stop) button, to say no.  And for as many times as I needed.  Perhaps a touch too frequently as clearly evident from my sporadic posting across the 12 months but it was necessary.  I experienced creative fatigue to such a chronic degree last year that writing ceased to be a source of joy, quickly developing into something from which I’d cringe, fear, and wince.  Not quite the appropriate reaction to have when words form the backbone of your side hustle now, is it.  But it was needed.  All those breaks, time for myself.  To be with myself, and do things for just me.

Personally, this is trifold.  First of all, my relationship with my husband has reached the most amazing of highs.  I thought we’d already seen it all, we were soulmates, in love, blah blah blah.  But in the last year, more specifically the past five months, we’ve gone from that to truly being one person with two hearts beating in unison.  I know I know, sappy much, but it is the gospel truth.  We do everything together, we do everything for each other, and we are complete only when we are with each other, does that make sense?  Secondly, I was so immensely proud to see how magnificently my baby took to university.  She adapted beautifully, managing her anxiety with maturity and grace that far belie her age (and her emotional breakdown a scant two years ago), making friends from the get-go (my fear was that she would be absolutely alone and lonely, eating lunch by herself in the corner of the cafeteria), out from which two are now her besties.  Today, I know what the phrase, “Children are our greatest achievements” means because Eve is truly the one beautiful thing in my life, I clearly did something right there.  And thirdly, 2017 was the first time both my stepsons referred to me, in public, as their parent (of course they might have done it before but since it was never in front of me, this was the first time I’d heard them).  You’d have to be a step parent to fully appreciate the magnitude of this moment.  The end result of 15.5 long years of delicately walking the line between parenting and being a friend.  Not quite a fave aunt, not quite the mother figure either.  Second marriages are never easy to begin with, second marriages with children thrown into the mix are even harder.  I cannot even begin to describe how I felt when I heard Riccardo and Gabriel articulate that word, “parent” and realising they meant me.  It was like walking with wings on my heels but a million times better.  I literally teared up.

2. How did these achievements make me feel?

From a work standpoint, it was pure relief.  And a new found respect for people who create websites as a full-time profession.

Through the eyes of a blogger, I unearthed many aspects of myself  I did not know existed (some good, some really not very good) so suffice to say it was a period of discovery.

From a personal perspective, I felt good.  Very very good.  And (understandably) nostalgic.

3. What were my 3 biggest challenges or obstacles I faced last year? How did I overcome them? Who did I become as a result?

First – Procrastinating.  Flying by the seat of my pants.  Winging things and feeling absolutely certain I’d meet deadlines because, you know, I can write.  Which is pure bullshit because no matter how well one can write, a fair amount of planning still has to come into play whenever work is concerned (be it for my full-time job or the blog).  Planning.  Investigating.  Fact-finding.  Discerning and concluding.  And all these need to happen before the actual writing even begins.  And thanks to this trait of mine, I’ve missed deadlines and, for the blog, lost clients (and revenue) and upset friends who probably never ever want to collaborate with me again.  Which sucks.  Terribly.  To be perfectly honest, if it wasn’t for my “real world” job, I probably wouldn’t have enough money to live on.  I need to must change that.  Prepare a plan to encompass creative development, business development, and personal growth.  Find a way to sufficiently manage my life and come up with a realistic schedule, stick to it, and deliver.  Period.

Second – From the age of 10 to 13, I was sexually molested by a family member.  I know for a fact that this is the root of practically all my issues.  Insecurities.  How I see myself (and I don’t mean just body dysmorphia).  I suppressed the memories, as one tends to do with anything that traumatic, but last year in particular, it was hard.  Flashes.  Loads of flashes.  A touch from my husband would ignite a memory, making me recoil.  A specific smell.  A sound.  Parts of a song.  Chrysanthemums.  Yes, it was hard.  And it took a toll not just on my already strained self but also on my relationship with my husband because I could not see why he would love me.  How I could possibly be enough for him.  And I was positive he was checking out other women as  replacements (the mind thinks what it wants) because I was simply inadequate.  Broken.  Dirty. Unworthy.  If ever there was an award for husband of the year, Pierluigi deserved it for what we went through in 2017.  I, in turn, accused him of practically every infidelity under the sun; begged him to not leave me; and treated him like scum of the earth.  Because he knew of my past, my husband did all he could to constantly reassure me, through words and actions, and everything in between.  Yet it was never sufficient to quell those thoughts, those whispers.  We went through quite the hell.  And found strength in the process.  And that is why I said earlier on that our relationship is one of my greatest achievements in the turmoil of what 2017 was.  I am still learning to deal with what happened to me, and I realise I need help, a lot a lot of help, but we made it through.  Whoever created the mould for a soul, used the same one twice, once on me, and once on him.

Third – My health was as fickle as the temperature here in Houston last year.  One moment I was on top of the world, slaying workouts like a beast and feeling invincible.  The next, I’d be plagued by persistent bouts of Angioedema in places where God never intended for swelling to occur, requiring the presence of Prednisone in my life once again.  It seemed that ingestion became a trigger for me, something which had never happened before, and worse, foods which had not presented a problem in the past, quickly became an issue.  On top of all that, as part of my rotator surgery in early October, I had to undergo a pre-op medical evaluation, which I assumed I would ace with flying colours.  Theoretically I did but then they discovered that I had extra heartbeats.  Eight extra beats per minute.  To cut the story short, essentially I have Athletic Heart Syndrome or Exercise-Induced Cardiomegaly, which isn’t a bad thing at all, but apparently makes my cardiologist a wee bit concerned because although my heart is as strong as a horse (my resting heart rate averages 48 to 50 beats per minute), my blood pressure remains 160 to 180/90 to 120 despite medication.  I have secondary hypertension due to endocrine disorders.  And that bosom buddy of mine?  That SLE?  It’s still there.  It’s still very much a work-in-progress.  So yes, health-wise, 2017 was beyond a rollercoaster ride.

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And that was the first of a tri-part sharing deal for this week.  The second one (slated for Wednesday) investigates whether these events I dissected today have affected me in any way, for better or for worse, what parts I wish I could have done differently, that sort of thing.  And on Friday, I’ll talk about the cornerstones of my life, the people who matter most, and if I felt fulfilled by the events of 2017.

Was I far too revealing?

Did I share too much?

How would you have answered these questions yourself?


Love, Sheela

p/s my photos are by Sofia Touassa

I link up here.

In Search Of Friends | Sheela Writes

In Search Of A Friend

Who knew it’d be so elusive?

That thing called a friend, or friends.


I really do not have anything new to update since I began my adventures, I confess.  You know.  On Wednesday.  When I shared my comical “friendless” state and the slew of new (and unbidden) knowledge I’d recently acquired in the areas of today’s dating scene?

W A I T   N O,   T H A T'S   N O T   T R U E

I actually do have a few tales to tell.

Funny ones.

Story of my life.

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After my online adventures, I decided to go old school.  My first move was to smile at some of the ladies at the gym.  I think I must have scared the shit out of them because in all the five years we’ve seen each other, I’ve done nothing but walk the opposite direction when I saw any of them coming.  Or look at my feet if I had no other alternative but traverse the same path.

One of them smiled back though.  Albeit tentatively.

I even attempted conversation, yes I did.  I asked the lady who took the lift with me at the office building the other day how she was doing.  Props to her for being able to so quickly erase the startled look from her face and respond on a positive note.  Sadly, the doors opened then and it was her floor.  No, I don’t think she scuttled out of there as though her ass was on fire.

S   I   G  H

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I then attempted to make eye contact at my local Starbucks while I was in line for my beverage.  Perhaps it was the sight of a Matcha Frappuccino in my hands, instead of a coffee, but not a single female returned my wistful glances.  I did, however, make a few new male friends that I never intended to.

After that, I ventured to my local bookstore.

That tanked too.

Yeah, I really suck at this.

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Whilst I wallow in my friendless IRL state, I am completely blessed (and surrounded) by amazing online friends who make my life fun, fun-filled, and funny.  Friends like Annie and Shelbee and Ada and Debbie and Sofia.

And, of course, Jodie and her ladies, and Eve.

OH OH OH HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JODIE!!!  The world is a much better place with you in it.

Ok, for those not in the know, we began this Charlie’s Angels week with Natalie Cook on Monday followed by Dylan Sanders on Wednesday, and today, to culminate things, we are inspired by Angel Alex Munday.  She is the definition of kickass sexpot.  Clad in loads of black, loads of leather, loads of form-flattering shapes.  And a razor sharp wit.

Eve, Teens (the world according to eve)

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Mah baby looks SO hot!!!

Sheela, 40s (sheela writes)

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I tried.

Jodie, 50s (jodie’s touch of style)

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Super sharp, super sexy.

Nancy, 60s (jodie’s touch of style)

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 Ingenious, that leather fringe.

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

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Gutsy Dietrich vibe.

Pray tell.  Which has been your fave angel look???

Please do also join in the discussion and leave me a comment, because many most of my posts are inspired by what you say, how you feel, your thoughts.


Love, Sheela

p/s my photos are by Sofia Touassa

I link up here.

Shall We Be Friends | Sheela Writes

Shall We Be Friends?

I want to be your friend

Do you want to be my friend too?


I’m not quite sure how to begin this post.  Wait, actually, I do.  I want to preface things by saying that my husband was is fully aware (and supportive) of every app and website I’ve joined, in my pursuit of finding myself a friend.  Or three.  And that when I first embarked upon this journey, mah boo thought I was stepping out on my man.  Shaking my head.  Alright, moving on.

So yes.  Building upon my earlier post, for the last 6 to 8 weeks, I’ve been trying to make friends.  And in this day and age, that basically translates into seeking people out online, and introducing oneself electronically, all in the hopes of “connecting”.  An entirely new concept for me.  Something I’ve never done before because, you know, I’m in my 40s and I’m old school, and I’ve never been particularly fond of people to begin with.  Let me regale you with what I’ve been doing to achieve all that.  And the results thereof.

No judging, ok?

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A cursory search on the world wide web yielded page upon page of dating websites.  Places where you meet your soulmate.  Or if you want to get laid.  Or be a part of some kinky game.  I’m not judging, believe me.  Your likes and dislikes are your prerogatives.  What I am bitching about, however, is the dearth of websites wherein you can actually connect with people.  Be it on a professional level.  Or based on shared interests.  To network, and perhaps build upon that initial contact to (hopefully) acquire a friend with time.

Because these websites are so misleading, I tell you.  They preach networking and making friends that you can eventually meet IRL (I got with the programme) when in reality, it’s mainly only about girl + girl hooking up.  Or girl + girl + (surprise, unexpected) guy hooking up.

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I felt very stupid, yes. 

Naive and gullible, and stupid.

Not that I’m blaming the website per se.  Much.  It’s the users themselves who shape what they’re looking for ultimately, yes, but for someone like me who is earnestly trying to expand her network to beyond her husband, her children, and her parents, it has been a frustrating ordeal.  For instance, I don’t think I’ve ever received as many nude images or pictures of genitalia in my entire life as I have over the previous two months.

Nor have I ever been so exposed to such an onslaught of interesting (and I use that term loosely) words.  Unicorn.  FFM.  MMF.  DDF.  420 friendly.  Good lord.  All I wanted was a friend.

And learning that a Gender Nation Glossary exists out there.

I was not expecting any of this.

My head, it spun.

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So, my dear friends, the conclusion of my friend-finding mission thus far is, well, that there is no conclusion.  I’m sorry.  I know it’s anti-climatic but that’s the gospel truth.  The sum of my endeavours spanning numerous websites and quite a number of apps, across a period of almost two months, I’ve come up empty.  Yup, empty.  It’s enough to drive a woman to find a friend the old fashioned way.  At the gym?  Starbucks (but I’d have to learn to drink coffee first, I suspect)?  The bookstore?  Perhaps even the park?  I don’t know.

Please do not get me started on networking events.  I’m not fond of them because (a) I don’t drink; (b) I don’t like crowds; (c) I don’t like networking; and (d) I don’t like people so no networking events.

Onward ho to my awesome gig now Jodie and her ladies, and Eve.

We began this Charlie’s Angels week with Natalie Cook on Monday.  And today, we have Dylan Sanders.  Tough and tomboyish, eclectic and cool, into grunge and band tee shirts, anything with a 70s vibe, jumpsuits, denim, and a very bold lip.

Eve, Teens (the world according to eve)

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Everything Eve’s wearing should look all wrong together but hell if they don’t come together in the most chaotic of aesthetic bliss. From the stripes to the processions of ruffles and the B&W graphic print of palm trees on her pants, she is absolutely rocking her Dylan look.

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Full disclosure: at this point, the entire side zipper had come apart and my jumpsuit was about to flap down over my chest, and torso, completely exposing me to the world.  Welcome to the dark (and creative) side of blogging.

Jodie, 50s (jodie’s touch of style)

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This outfit of Jodie’s harkens not only to Dylan but also the original trio of ass-kicking Charlie’s Angels, in particular the character played by Kate Jackson.  In part gamine and boyish, in part whimsical and charming.  Utterly female.

Nancy, 60s (jodie’s touch of style)

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Nancy and I are onesie twins this time around, hers leaning towards the plush side of burgundy in the softest, most feminine of fabrics.  She’s far from a wallflower though as clearly evidenced by that grungy denim jacket and equally hip boots with side buckles.

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

Charlotte | Jodie's Touch Of Style

I can imagine Dylan wearing this as her version of  a power suit.  Making deals.  Wining and dining.  Getting the upper hand over egotistical megalomaniacs out to take over the world, without breaking a sweat.  And then breaking down into a goofy dance routine.

To date, you’ve seen us play Natalie Cook as well as Dylan Sanders, do you have a fave between these two fabulous ladies?  Or is Alex Munday (concluding the series on Friday) your muse?  Do tell.

Seriously though, if you have any ideas on how to lift myself out of this empty nest funk (and I say that because I really do want to make new friends, and not because it’s expected of me to have a social life), I would welcome them with open arms.

Please do also join in the discussion and leave me a comment, because many most of my posts are inspired by what you say, how you feel, your thoughts.


Love, Sheela

p/s my photos are by Sofia Touassa

I link up here.

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I Friend You

I don’t like socialising very much

You see, I’m not a people person at all


Even from an early age (as in 5 years old), I was never very comfortable around people.  It mattered not one iota if they were older or if they were my peers, I’ve always only felt awkward.  An oddity on display that was sized up, assessed, and found wanting at rapid fire speed.  Note, of course, that much of this existed solely in my head, and that the people in my vicinity were, in truth, normal and nice, and completely sans nefarious intentions.

Naturally, I gravitated towards the world wide web when it became the zeitgeist of friend-making.  I mean, that’s how the man and I first met, online.

No muss, no fuss.

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You never had to meet in person (especially if they’re on the opposite end of the world, which makes for very interesting cultural comparisons), and when the cravings for solo time hit, you only had to log off to enjoy solitude and your own company.  God.  I sound like Scrooge McDuck.  Or the Grinch.  Take your pick, Cindy Lou Who.

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Black Laced-Up Sweater & Blush Sock Boots (c/o Forever21) | Pink & Peach Camo Shorts (H&M) | Jewellery (c/o Kollectin) | Oversized Sunnies (Poshmark) | Military Green Leather Jacket (purchased in Australia) | Lipstick (22 @ Kylie Cosmetics)

And for the longest time, I was perfectly content to live my life that way.

I had several friends (ladies whom I met either through the blog or a social media platform) who went on to become my online confidantes.  A mere handful, yes, but intentionally so.  I find it very hard to open up (yes, there are still several more layers to me, beyond everything I’ve shared on this blog), and the “friendship” very often quickly moves into that I’m the one on the listening end of the spectrum.  Again, I was fine with the way things were.  Why change the status quo?

And that’s how it remained until Eve went away to university.  All of a sudden, the house went from quiet to eerie radio silence.  Normalcy as I knew it was shredded to bits.  No longer could I build my day around the time of 3.20pm, when my baby would walk through the door after another day in hell high school.  That’s when I began to feel, well, lonely.

The sweetest little card from Jodie helped.  So much.  That woman is indeed a godsend and I should really make an effort to be, at the very least, 10% of a friend to her, as she is to me.

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What kicked me in the ass and woke me up (finally) was when Eve texted me from campus saying that she was really worried I’d be lonely because I didn’t have friends.  That hit me very hard because (a) Eve was absolutely right in that I was feeling bereft and I didn’t have a single friend to hold my hand during this empty nest phase of my life; and (b) it is simply not cool for a child to worry about her parent.  Not in these sort of situations anyway.  So I made up my mind that I was going to socialise.

Come hell or waters high, I would make friends.

I’ve really been putting in the effort, and the results have been no less perplexing as the methods I’ve been experimenting with to make friends, all in the name of stopping my daughter from being thus distressed over her mother’s apparent self-imposed isolation.

Why perplexing?  Well, these days, it’s all about the app.  You make a friend via an app.  You hook-up via an app.  You could even meet your soulmate via an app.  Things have changed so much.  I’ll be sharing my findings (and whether or not I remain friendless, here, on Wednesday as well as Friday) so you need to come back and read them.  But truth, it’s a crazy ass place out there.


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One thing has (blessedly) remained constant, and that is the joy we have when collaborating with Jodie and her ladies, Eve and myself, we do.  And what better theme to reflect the overall message of this entire post than Charlie’s Angels, wherein your very existence is dependent upon whether your BFF has your back.

Or not.

It seemed timely.

We begin with the inimitable style of Natalie Cook.  She’s adorable and cutesy and pretty, a little dorky and very goofy, the more “girly” of the group, loves one shoulder tops (well, loves showing off her arms and her shoulders in general), and proudly parades a string of pigtails and/or ponytails.

Eve, Teens (the world according to eve)

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There is a reason why Eve’s high school nickname was Sassafras.  Is she not Little Miss Sassy Pants? With that demeanour and those pouty lips, then you throw in a lean, mean petrol sequin shift dress into the mix, and voila.  You have Natalie Cook if she were amped up on attitude with generous doses of kooky couture and “hell if I care” disposition.

Sheela, 40s (sheela writes)

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I knew I wanted something completely unexpected.  Off kilter.  Not everyone’s cup of tea (just like Natalie) but gloriously uncaring of whether my outfit is a crowd-pleaser or not.  When I saw those pink camo shorts, I knew immediately they’d have a strong starring role.  So too my blush sock ankle boots which are as divine to the soles as they are to the eyes.  And to reflect that hint of sensuality in Natalie, the lace-up sleeves of that cropped black sweater.

Jodie, 50s (jodie’s touch of style)

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I can oh so easily see Natalie wearing this outfit.  A casual approach to being sexy.  Nothing forced, nothing too obvious.  There really isn’t that much else I can see about Jodie and her look save that I adore it.  And that I would personally wear it in a heartbeat myself.  Those dangles of earrings and bohemian neckpiece are perfect finishing touches.  Just perfect.

Nancy, 60s (jodie’s touch of style)

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Yet another “definite” Natalie Cook look right here.  From those subtly bared shoulders to those bold, brassy sunnies, Nancy has this nailed.  I particularly love how the palette is just SO demure and charming, yet when put together, delivers quite the aesthetic punch.  You go, girl.  Oh and them leather ankle booties with the pointy toes?  S-E-X-Y!!!

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

Charlotte | Jodie's Touch Of Style

How often have you heard me declare that Charlotte’s my style role model?  Well, you’re going to hear it again from me, right now.  Look at her.  A divine interpretation of Natalie Cook.  Classic turtleneck.  Chain belt.  Pants hugging curves in all the right places.  Badass ankle booties.  Secret agent shades.  And is that a leather cuff I spy??  Day’yum.

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So tell me, which angel are you?  Or are you the fallen angel?  Stay tuned for Wednesday (Dylan Sanders) and Friday (Alex Munday) when the remaining two characters make an appearance.  And who knows, perhaps Charlie will be there too.

Please do also join in the discussion and leave me a comment, because many most of my posts are inspired by what you say, how you feel, your thoughts.


Love, Sheela

p/s my photos are by Sofia Touassa

I link up here.

Learning From Younger Bloggers

We can learn, you know.

Learn from the PYT set, learn a lot.


Yes, I’m talking about them pretty young things who are half my age.  Now when I call you competitive here, I don’t mean malicious or vicious or mean (I love you, ladies!!!).  Quite the contrary, actually.  And it’s certainly not a sweeping statement meant to stereotype all females belonging to that age group.  To be clear, this post is specifically inspired by a group of young women I recently met in Dallas.  By their mannerisms and how they conducted themselves.  Indeed, it was my reaction to seeing how they behaved that spawned what you’re reading now.

Melodramatic much, you say?  Perhaps.

It was just the air with which they carried themselves.


Each one determined to own their five seconds of fame.

To be the most vocal (I’m referencing volume of speech, not quality thereof).  The most flamboyant peacock in the room.  I was easily the oldest in the summit (I accept this as the new norm) but there was a considerably large group of influencers in their 30s as well, none of whom were anywhere as forthright as the 20-somethings.

At the risk of sounding archaic, I’ve reached that point in my life whereby I’m (no longer) about being blatantly in someone’s face. I’ve seen enough to understand that subtlety often wins the day.  Unless, of course, I’m at the gym, in which case, all bets are off.

Which triggered a Eureka moment (I like drawing parallels, do you like discovering parallels?).

How different is the world of blogging compared to the world of working out?

Not much really.


The younger ones at the gym go at it, headlong, generally without a thought for potential consequences (pulled muscles, the heavier/faster/longer the better) because they feel invincible and all powerful.  And truth be told, they are in the sense that they heal much faster, they rebound loads quicker. And neither caution nor fear exist in their fitness vocabulary.

Now compare that to older gym rats (me).

We approach exercising with the mentality that it’s form above all.  That it’s not so much how heavy you can lift, it’s how you lift it.  And hold it.  Subscribing to the mantra of not just brute strength but also endurance, tempered with a modicum of savviness brought about by maturity, experience and age (yes, I’m playing that card).  All of which come together to create a workout with minimal injury, albeit displaying results at a slower pace.

I feel that’s how we tend to approach life, work, people.  With subtlety and a gentle (albeit nonetheless driven) hand.  Although, I suspect, we can learn a lot from the younger ones.  And that, in a roundabout fashion, is the heart of today’s bit of soul sharing.

That absence of trepidation and caution (which they display with an air of utter effortlessness), is often a recurring obstacle for many of us, serving only to hinder and restrain.  Prohibiting us from forging forward and walking the untrodden path.  Reminding us that the occasional act of throwing caution to the wind isn’t necessarily foolish but, at times, vital to personal growth, and living a life we love.

Personally, my biggest takeaway from meeting these ladies was a sense of liberation.  Yes, liberation.  Because in watching them, I realised how I’ve lived my life – fearfully.

Fear of not being enough (smart enough, pretty enough, skinny enough, rich enough).

Fear of being vulnerable.

Fear of being rejected.

Fear of failing.


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I shan’t get into the nitty gritty details but suffice to say I know what it means to allow fear to dictate one’s every decision.  After my encounter with these ladies, I’ve been slowly and (most certainly) deliberately rewiring my core beliefs.  Reframing my fears.  Renaming them, even, and working towards eventually releasing them.  And releasing myself.

I firmly believe that doing so will completely transform my world.  Resolve past trauma.  Fall in love with the person I was meant to be, and step into the future I’ve been dreaming about.

Do you think it’ll work?

Would you do it yourself?


Love, Sheela

p/s my photos are by Sofia Touassa

I link up here.




Looking inward.

Reassessing ourselves.


Now, self-examination does not necessarily lead to life balance or acceptance from others, I’ve found.  It does, however, lead to liberation and authenticity.  I say this with conviction because I’ve invested in a lot of self-examination, of late.  A lot.

Without self-examination, I’ve noticed that these things tend to happen:-

–  I seek comfort over greatness
–  I choose safety over risk
–  I embrace reassurance over authenticity
–  I prefer the predictable over the unknown
–  and I opt to take the well worn path over forging my own

Self-examination is a process of re-framing and refining how we see ourselves and the world.  It is a deep scrutiny of our beliefs, motives, relationships, triggers, wounds, purpose, feelings, thoughts, and actions.

And in the process, often we uncover something has to change so we can feel a greater sense of alignment between the life we are living and the life our soul wants to be living.

It might be the desire to change a relationship, a career or a habit.

Or the need to stop doing something or start doing something.

Self-expression may be calling your name as you venture into exploring your creativity and learn to sing, paint, dance.

You may be called find a mantra, explore a good book, or commune with nature.

You may start a non-profit, go on an adventure, or start a blog (hey).

In choosing self-examination, we are choosing to be in a conscious relationship with our soul.

Once you uncover the direction your soul wants to move, in there is a process of allowing what is no longer authentic to end, thus creating space for what is currently authentic to begin  (yes, I’ve come to realise that authenticity is a moving target, goddamnit).

As we migrate closer to the soul, we must trust that we will survive the time between our old world dying, and the birth of a brand new world us.

It can be a precarious transition, yes, one often accompanied by loneliness, confusion and grief.

And it is indeed sorely tempting to revive the old world, but if we are patient, we stand true to ourselves, and continue to connect to the world we want to belong to, then it will emerge.  I know it will.

One small step towards the life we want to be living is what will move us from where we are here and now, to where we want to be.


It is the only way to find our way home.

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.

5 Things You Don’t Know About Me

For the most part,

I’m what you’d call an open book.


What you see is what you get with me.  Ish.  However, there are a few skeletons in my closet that I thought may be fun interesting to share with you today.  Come clean, you know, be real and all that.

Some are hilarious, some not so much.


(1) I ran away from home at 16.  Yes, I did.  In my defense, it wasn’t planned.  It was my  birthday, and my then boyfriend wanted to take me out to dinner, something which my parents (well, more so my Dad) really didn’t like.  My Dad hated all my boyfriends with a passion, my Mum tolerated them.  Barely.  Anyway, in the hours leading up to when Jackie picked me up, we were yelling and fighting, mostly over the fact that he was 22 to my 16.  Statutory rape isn’t all that commonly thought of in Asia when I was growing up.  That doesn’t make it right, believe you me, I know, it’s merely my way to explain the situation.  As the evening extended to the night, I was enjoying myself so much that I just didn’t want to go home.  The hours passed by, and soon, it was 3am.  By that time, I was much too petrified of the consequences to go home.  And so, I didn’t.  I stayed out all night, by myself, since by that point, I’d realised what a total ass Jackie was, dumping him quite soon after he declared his birthday gift to me was “deflowering” me.  Insert major eye rolling action.  I stayed out all of the next morning too, walking around.  So stupid.  So dangerous.

Around noon, my stomach was growling like crazy, I had no money (save for a few coins), and I was ready to go home.  Being still afraid of how my parents would react, I used one of three remaining coins to called my Aunt Sofia from a phone booth.  Made her swear that I wouldn’t get into trouble, arranged a place to meet, and then waited.  Half an hour later, a car stopped in front of me, and out came my Dad, with my aunt.  Arrgghh.  I was convinced I was in so much deep shit that it’d be a century before I’d see the light of day again.  Instead he hugged me tight, apologising for taking so long because he’d stop to buy my fave lunch (Hainanese Steamed Chicken Rice with innards).  As it turns out, they (my Dad, brother, uncles, relatives, everyone with a car) had spent the night scouring the streets looking for me.  Scared out of their minds that something had happened to me.

Suffice to say I never ever ran away from home again and while I wish I could say that my Dad and I never fought anymore (of course we did, this is real life), the way he (and my Mum) reacted to finding me/my coming home showed me how much they loved me.  And how reckless my actions were.  And so completely unnecessary.  From that day on, I we tried very hard to talk things through.  My parents did their best to let me “grow up“, while I did my best to see things from their perspective even when I thought they were overbearing and paranoid.

It has also made me SO grateful that Eve is nowhere near as rebellious and headstrong as her mother was is.  And I am SO sorry for everything I ever put my parents through.

(I talked more about the Jackie incident here)

(2) Would you believe I still have all my wisdom teeth?  They made their debut together, the four of them did, in early 1999 when I was about five months pregnant with Eve, and damn, did they hurt.  Because I was pregnant, I couldn’t take any painkillers so I popped ice cubes like they were candy, and Listerine was my beverage of choice.  In the remainder of my pregnancy, I must have guzzled close to 10 bottles of mouth wash, my friends.

Thankfully, all that discomfort wasn’t for naught.

Each of the wisdom teeth grew tall and straight so no extraction was necessary.  Added to that, I, apparently, still have some of my milk teeth which isn’t that uncommon, it would seem.  In my entire life, I’ve only ever lost three teeth (as confirmed by my parents) and then, well, and then it all stopped.  My man loves to tease me about being a baby, quite literally.

(3)  Now this one is going to sound very much TMI but I can’t pee while showering.  I simply can’t.  The thought of doing it makes me feel like a child who’s just wet her pants.  I know, I know, that sounds all weird and crazy and plain ole silly but that’s how I feel about the subject.

And that’s all I shall say which, I’m sure, you already think is way too much GRIN

(4)  Next one is something my family and my husband have been trying to change for years and years and years but to no avail.   I apologise in advance to all lovers of greens in advance but I do not eat vegetables.  Period.

I find them positively repulsive.  They make me want to throw up.  The sheer prospect of crunching down into, say, a stalk of celery, and then having that bit of water/juice squirt out terribly off-putting!!!  Shudder.  The only way to make greens palatable (in my eyes) is to flood in them some sort of sauce (not dressing, mind you, I find all forms of salad dressing equally vile) so my interpretation would be a bowl of thick sauce with a touch of veggie.

What about, you ask, bowel movements?  Well, there’s a reason why I eat loads of fruits and no less than 3 litres of water each and every single day.  To help internal plumbing along, so to speak.

I’ve tried, I’ve really tried, I swear.  From cooked-to-a-pulp mushy, baby-food-inspired concoctions to fresh-as-a-spring-day servings whose crunch factor is so prolific, it’s as though my chomping has given birth to an A cappella performance.  None have sat well with me, neither with digestive tract nor taste buds.  So no.  Thank you but no.  I’d rather take a Miralax.

(5)  This last one sounds odd.  Even to me.  I first wore glasses when I was 10.  I kept reading books, laying down on my bed, with a flashlight (yes, yes, clearly I wasn’t the smartest of kids but already a bookworm).  Then when I was 13, something happened (I’m not quite sure what) but it resulted in my not needing to wear glasses anymore.  Life continued until I was 16 and glasses popped back into my life, at least for the next 12 months because when I turned 17, I couldn’t wear them anymore.  They hurt whenever I tried to see through the lenses.  Back to the ophthalmologist I went and he concluded that I had gone back to having 20/20 vision.

Told you it was going to be a strange story.

Vision 20/20 stayed with me all the way until I was 41.  Then, with the onset of SLE in 2013, my eyesight went a seesaw-ing.  These days, I have a visit with Dr Pham (love her) every three months because that’s how frequently my vision changes.  My endocrinologist suspects it’s the combination of SLE + Menopause (which began at 37 for me) that plays such havoc on my hormones and, consequently, causes my eyesight to change so frequently.  It’s rather annoying, truth be told, and expensive but it is what it is.

Now comes a special, no, the special part of today’s post.  It’s a collaboration with my dear dear friend, Annie.  We’ve been through so much together and yet, have never met in person.  Something which I really hope will change one day soon.

I think of Annie as being the yin to my yang.  We share many things in common such as reading (she’s the librarian, I’m the nerdy bookworm), and an unhealthy obsession love for shoes (her treasure trove is overflowing with sneakers and shoes of all design and colours, mine stands with high heels in, yes, an equally riotous profusion of hues and embellishments), to name but two.

And we both have a daughter we absolutely dote on (hi, Gigi!!).

We chat all the time via WhatsApp and Instagram and email, and I very much think of Annie as my friend, one of my best girlfriends, if I am to be perfectly honest.  And it brings me such joy to share our latest collaboration with you today.

You’re right, Annie, it’s been far too long.

Given that we’re both a little goofy and we both love to have fun with our clothes, what better theme than playsuits!!  Until recently a foreign item of clothing to me, I am now convinced that playsuits are one of the easiest garments known to women.  Now this is something Annie has known from way back before because she (of those fabulous endless legs) has been using them from like forever.  You can see her (and those pins) here and here and here.  Clearly, she was onto the allure of playsuits from early days.

And here’s me.  In the one and only playsuit I own.

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Bright Crimson Red Playsuit with Ruffles & Bows (H&M in Kuching) | Oversized Burgundy Sunnies (Poshmark) | Nude & Crimson Heels (JustFAB) | Lipstick (22 @ Kylie Cosmetics)

Here’s to many more memories together, Annie!!!

And forgive any typos, friends, the right shoulder remains in a sling.  Up until my next post-surgery review visit which happens on the 6th, so everything here was finger-typed.


Love, Sheela

p/s my photos are by Sofia Touassa

I link up here.