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The Fab 40s Make A Statement

Creating an impression.

One that hits home.


I doubt I’d be distorting facts when I put forth that we’ve all done something to send a message at least once in our lives, if not countless times.

Making a statement could be as rudimentary as wearing black lipstick to rebel against the powers that be, or something far more significant, more meaningful such as taking a stand against Trump.  Joining the #MeToo movement.  Going public with your sexual orientation.  Articulating an opinion about a topic near and dear to you.  Participating in a rally.

In one way or another, we all make statements.  And, naturally, the way we dress is perhaps the most eloquent, versatile and personal weapon in our arsenal to send a message.  Fashion has the innate ability to influence politics, culture, life, and that is not an exaggerated claim.

F A S H I O N    I S    A    W E A P O N

We outfit ourselves to match our views and beliefs about anything and everything pertinent, be it consciously or subconsciously.  And regularly too.  Because essentially, human society equals a dressed society.  What one wears, how one wears it and when one wears it constitutes expressions of degrees of social freedoms and influences.

Dress expression spans the full gamut from conformity (yuck) to doing your own thing (hey girl hey).  Simply put, a dress style that challenges (or is perceived as challenging, or offering an alternative to the status quo) quickly acquires a double entendre.

Hence the social power of fashion.

Of dressing up.

A N D    T H A T ' S    W H A T    W E ' R E    D O I N G    T O D A Y

Fashion statements can mean a variety of things.  Clearly.  They can be a statement of liberation, such as women wearing pants in the ’50s and ’60s.  They can be statements of personality, such as funky vintage wear that reflects your aura.  Or, as in my case, the ever present touch of leather and metal, and let’s not forget my battalion of shoes either.  They can even be statements on the state of fashion itself, such as Jennifer Lopez’s infamous belly dress (which, if reports are to be believed, is the catalyst which gave rise to the birth of that thing we have all come to love and desperately depend on, Google Search.  I kid you not).

This month, the Fab 40s are doing something which appears easy and innocuous on the surface, but which has actually turned out to be quite the mind-bender.  For me, at least.

Statement Tees.

Simple enough, yes?


When it came down to the crunch, I realised I really wanted to make a point with my tee of choice, duh Sheela, but the problem was I couldn’t decide on what statement I wanted to make.

You all know how I feel about self-love, empowerment, anything conventional.

And because of that, I felt I had to push the envelope just a bit with the message I sent.  So I hunted and I hunted and I dug and I dug (literally through piles of tee shirts, Jennie, pinkie swear), until I remembered this piece.

Woman Up.

Definition of Woman Up, “Continue to put one foot in front of the other, moving forward, ever moving forward regardless of fear or the unknown. Moving forward, sometimes half day at a time, sometimes one moment at a time.

To be your own person, to be in control of your own life.  To take charge, and not let anyone else tell you what to do.

It was perfect (and it will become even more apparent why I chose this tee shirt when you click on the website from which it came).

Let’s take a look at what everyone did this month.  It’s nothing short of spectacular.  And unique.  And completely true to their individual personalities.

Jennie, A Pocketful Of Polka Dots

Jennie | A Pocketful of Polka Dots

Like me, Jennie has a definite thing for shoes.  Unlike me, she wears them all from preppy loafers to sweet Mary Janes, to today’s rendition of sex on heels.  Everything melds beautifully here, yet makes a powerful impact on its own.  The polka dots on her blazer echo the spikes on her shoes perfectly.  Her belt and tote could very well be fraternal twins.  And her statement tee?  Ha!!! Too precious and all too true for many of us.

Ann, Kremb de la Kremb

Ann | Kremb de la Kremb

Annie always brings something fresh to the table, and it is almost always accompanied by a zesty pop of colour.  Here, she’s taken basic tee + cutoffs, and turned the outfit into something which falls neatly (and nicely) into the realm of athleisure, with dollops of fun. See the heart-shaped sunnies, and the pom pom drop earrings, and her signature waist pouch which, I think, is housing a brightly coloured kerchief?  And her sneakers.  I want her sneakers.

Mary, Curly Byrdie Chirps

Mary | Curly Byrdie Chirps

I rather feel that Mary had a stroke of genius in pairing her tee with that hi-lo skirt with its glorious, flirty ruffles (is that a bustle effect??). What a dramatic look!!  Nothing is matchy matchy, but everything comes together immaculately.  From the tassel earrings to the shades in her hand, right down to those heels making her legs look as though they go on forever.  And what an excellent choice of a statement.  Honey.  Smooth.  Sweet.  Perfect.

Suzy, Suzy Turner

Suzy | Suzy Turner

Let’s shine.  Yes, please, let’s.  Thank you, Suzy, for this statement you’re making.  It may not be the message you intended to share but it’s certainly the one I’ve interpreted 🙂 thank you for the reminder that we must shine bright.  Like a diamond.  And shine so bright until no one can dim our lights, not even ourselves.  Incidentally, your entire outfit is divine.  The subtle yet gilded glimmers of gold.  The flirty tulle.  Quite the Midas touch.

For this month, we have the lovely Maria as our guest.

Maria | Passionfruit, Paws & Peonies

I was just talking to Eve about this two evenings ago.  The importance of “me” time.  And the equal importance of doing absolutely nothing which can also translate into “me” time, and how terribly underrated that appears to be these days.  We think nothing of slaving away for our loved ones.  For deadlines.  But when it comes to investing a few moments into ourselves, that heady rush of guilt is all too familiar a sensation.  That has to stop.  It’s not healthy.  That’s the reason why Maria’s look is my absolute fave this month!!  And the fact that yes, those jeans do work wonders for one’s finest assets GRIN thank you so much for being a part of The Fab 40s this month, lady!!!

And here’s me.

Top (c/o Smile Makers ) | Suit (Forever21) | Cuff (c/o Unearthed) | Sunnies (Chanel)

Happy Monday, everyone!!  I leave tomorrow for a month long vacation back in Borneo, and true to form, have yet to finish packing.  Help.




Love, Sheela

p/s I link up here.

The Fab 40s & Their Fairy Tale Inspirations

Wonder. Awe. Magic.

Stories of enchantment and spells.


As you all know, I love to write.  What you may not know is where that love stems from.  And that is the literary diet upon which I was raised.  It fed feeds my soul.  My mother introduced me to wordsmith Enid Blyton from the moment we could read.  And then further augmented the nourishment of my creative side with C S Lewis, Tolkien, Bronte, Eyre, Agatha Christie, you get the general idea.  Over the years, my library has expanded to include murder, crime and fantasy novels but I’ve never once deviated from my original love obsession with the beguiling and captivating world of fairy tales and wonderment and magic.

O N C E    U P O N    A    T I M E

Those four words.

Whenever I see them, read them, my heart does a little flutter.

I slip away into my secret place, where castles go high into the sky.

Where woods are dark and mysterious, and where the air is rife with enchantment so palpable that if you reached out a finger, you’d touch it.  A place where from the corner of the eye, you swear the sound of that rustle was a fairy quickly ducking surreptitiously behind the shrub.  Or that, when pressed, toadstools would spring forth stairways ingeniously hidden within the trunks of trees, stairways leading to magical lands residing atop said trees.

I’m certain it’s quite evident that my fondness for fairy tales and fairy tale lands has not dissipated in the least.  I can’t quite put it into words but I’ve always felt that there’s something so infinitely charming about believing (and steadfastly so) in faeries and talking woodland creatures and pixies and stairways that lead to the most fascinating of worlds.

Beyond that, it gives me, dare I say it, hope?


In the power of good trumping evil.

I know it does appear to be quite the stretch but that’s how it’s always been for me.

Accordingly, you can also imagine how much I’ve adored the fact that several Fab 40s themes of late have revolved around princesses and villains and the such.  And this month is even more heavenly.  Tales of the unexpected, a fairy tale inspiration.  True to Sheela form, I only picked up on the final four words (I mean, can you really blame me?).

A fairy tale inspiration.

And if it wasn’t obvious by now (which means I didn’t do my job and I will be sad, teardrop), I’m the Evil Queen from Snow White.  In my photos, I am the version from Once Upon A Time, i.e., Regina, Mayor of Storybrooke aka Evil Queen Regina.  I’m conniving, manipulative, with a fabulous boss lady wardrobe, and I’m sleeping with the Sheriff/Huntsman (cough, Christian Grey).

Oh, and I kick ass AHEM

E V I L    D O E S N ' T    A L W A Y S    L O O K    E V I L

Let’s take a look at what everyone did this month.  It’s nothing short of spectacular.  And unique.  And completely true to their individual personalities.

Suzy, Suzy Turner

Suzy | Suzy Turner

The lovely Suzy enthralls once again this month with her interpretation of, I quote, “I’m channeling all the dark villainesses from fairy tales … bwahaaahaa”.  She looks all manner of regal and splendifirous and dangerous and lethal.  I love.

Jennie, A Pocketful Of Polka Dots

Jennie | A Pocketful of Polka Dots

That flirty, pretty, girly vibe of Jennie’s outfit is so absolutely at odds with her muse story, The Red Shoes that it’s perfect.  Once you set aside the sense of macabre, however, everything makes sense.  The sassy dress.  Those divine red high heels.

Ann, Kremb de la Kremb

Ann | Kremb de la Kremb

Annie takes the prize, in my books (see what I did there?), for staying super true to (every single word of) this month’s theme.  There she sits, looking appropriately playful, in a pile of Tales Of The Unexpected books, with her signature sneakers and evil eye accessories.

Mary, Curly Byrdie Chirps

Mary | Curly Byrdie Chirps

How adorable does Mary look as Belle from Beauty and The Beast?  I love the yellow.  And the gingham print.  And the straw basket bag.  Did I mention how adorable she looks?  Those sunshiny yellow heels with the white mesh socks are just beyond words.

For this month, we have the lovely Andrea as our guest.

Andrea | Living On Cloud Nine

If there was a visual representation of the words, “enchanted forest“, this would be it, my friends.  I mean, how beautiful is this photo, with the dreamy backdrop??  Yes, mine’s also set in the woods but, you know, Sheela’s all about dark and mysterious and somewhat foreboding LOL anyway, I could tell Andrea was Cinderella the moment I laid eyes upon her, and I think that means she’s done a brilliant job.  Thank you so much for being a part of The Fab 40s this month, lady!!!

And here’s me.

Plaid Taffeta Bustier (thrifted) | Velvet Shorts (H&M) | Goth Bangle & Raven Skull Ring (Alchemy of England) | Suede Heels (Cicihot) | Red Cuff (c/o Unearthed) | Leather Bondage Choker (c/o ManicPanic NYC) | Moonstone Ring (c/o | Ombre Sunnies (Poshmark) | Lipstick – #2 MeloMELI (c/o | Red Apple (c/o husband)

I honestly feel there is a lot of Regina in me.  That, given the right situation, the right circumstance, I could very well be an evil queen.  That we could all very well turn that corner and be that person with a dark side.  It’s the side we choose to dominate that dictates how we live our lives, be it in the light or the shadows.  After all, evil isn’t born.  Evil is made.

On that somewhat sombre note, I leave you to ponder on GRIN


Love, Sheela

I link up here.

What’s In A Name

Truly, I ask you.

What’s in a name these days?


Cosmetic brands have been concocting all sorts of names for their lippies since the longest time ever. And it makes sense too given how saturated the landscape has become. Everyone appears to be releasing make-up lines from established players kicking out new collections, to names you’d typically associate with garments, not beauty, looking to cash in on a woman’s (neverending) pursuit of that perfect pout. It’s practically a new lippie a day.

Actually, more.

From a business perspective, it makes perfect sense.

I’m as commitment phobic as the next woman when it comes to beauty purchases. Afterall, how many nude shades can one wear at any given time? And you can’t really be walking out of the house with smokey eyes every day because, you know, we crave variety. As such, most of us are hesitant to commit to palettes of colour but think nothing of forking out anything from $5 to $50 for what promises to prime and plump, and take us from kissable to kiss-me-now.

Why am I bringing up the topic today?  Well, because last night I was on Ulta and, contrary to my usual routine (I know what I want ahead of time so I go in, search by brand, find the product, check out and log off), decided I’d click on the category of Lipsticks. See what else was happening, you know. And wow, is there a lot happening in the world of lip colours.

There’s enough variety to baffle the sanest amongst us.

Anything from the palest of pinks to traffic-stopping reds and everything in between.  With an equally wide array of names too.  From Blackmail to Foul Mouth and Subversive Socialite to Perversion, Psycho and Alien, to somewhat less aggressive monikers including Frog Prince, Unicorn and Coquette, Babe Alert, Teddy Bear and Marshmallow.  Let’s not forget the ones named after family and friends (I’m looking at you, Kylie!!), or entire beauty business empires spawned off by their social media success (think Huda).

By no means have I exhausted the list.  In fact, I sincerely doubt I’ve even scratched a sliver of the surface.

I bring this up because of how much power the name of a lipstick holds over us, in determining whether or not we are willing to purchase it, bring it home, and paint our pouts with it.

Envision a lipstick called Nerd Alert.  Or Dear Dork.  Or Her Royal Weirdness.  How popular do you think it would be?  Do you envision lipstick tubes with those names flying off the shelves?  I seriously doubt it.

More often than not, our purchases are motivated by brand aspiration.  What we perceive the brand stands for, what it represents.  Imagine if those three lipsticks were instead named as Nerd Couture?  Or Dork Diva?  Or Same Is Lame?  What a difference it would make to how the consumer feels about buying them.

We want names that either resonate with us or inspire us.  Yes, even when it comes to lipsticks and, for that matter, cosmetics in general, I suspect, including scents.

For example, some of the must-have-no-matter-what lippies in my now close to 450 member strong treasure trove of lipsticks are called Lady Danger, Punk Couture, Seduction, Exotic, Bustier, with my absolute I-would-wither-away-and-die-without shades being baptised as Maitresse, Muse Red, Dragon Lady and Femme Fatale.

Is it because I see myself as being a little lady-like and a little punk?  Oscillating between being seductive and coy?  Dominating and taking charge as much as being submissive and demure?  Why, yes, yes I do indeed.  I relate to all these names because I see bits of my personality in each one of them.  They speak to me.

And that is precisely how powerful a pull the name of a lipstick can exert.

Orange Trench (Boohoo) | Fuchsia Playsuit (Forever21) | Lace Bra & Floral Booties (Poshmark) | Cuff c/o Unearthed | Sunnies (Chanel) | Lipstick is Quite The Standout (MAC)

Your turn.

What’s the name of your fave lipstick(s)?

And now that you’ve read this post, how much do you think its name affected your decision to purchase?  Think it through before you answer, and please, let me know what that is by leaving me a comment below.


Love, Sheela

I link up here.

The Fab 40s In Culottes

Culottes. Breeches.

Gauchos. Jodhpurs. Whatchamacallits.


(I want to begin by extending a HUGE apology to my fellow fab 40 ladies, because this post is two days late, my blog was literally inaccessible since Sunday night because of technical issues, I couldn’t even get to the dashboard, and had to work with WordPress support via phone to resolve the problem, please forgive me ladies, please, this has NEVER happened before and I am so not a techie, it was really frustrating, but here we are, finally)

Of late, I seem to be at a loss for words to say.  I’ve been staring at the screen since Thursday, and it’s already Sunday evening.  I’m not sure why that is.  I have the thoughts running through my mind but somewhere along the way, it would appear, they’re all jumbled up.  Like internet connectivity on a bad weather day, you know?  I don’t understand it though.  I don’t think I’ve ever been speechless.

Or is it wordless, when it comes to writing?

D O    Y O U    K N O W    T H E    A N S W E R?

Anyway, the point is that when I first thought of this post, I couldn’t think beyond the fact that (a) I certainly did not want to write something about culottes, their origins/history, the numerous variations thereof; and (b) neither did I want to write about why I used to loathe them with a passion.  So what was left, I asked myself?

Then I thought perhaps I could spin this in a different manner.

I want to talk about how, before my blog was born (and apparently, even after), I wouldn’t touch culottes with a 10 foot pole.  I mean, the last time I wore a pair was at the age of 13, and those looked like riding breeches.  In a nondescript pea-soup-shade-of-murky-greige.  Alas, it was not a fashion statement pair.  What can I say, I was at that I-want-to-fade-into-obscurity phase of teenage life.

Never did I remotely think that over three decades later, not only would I put on a pair of culottes again (here and here), but that I would wear it for a global audience.  My younger self would be shaking her head in grave disbelief.  No, make that utter shock.

And I can understand why.  I wouldn’t be caught dead in culottes in front of family and friends but hey, I’m good with flaunting them on the Internet, for the entire blogosphere to see.

Mind-boggling, isn’t it?

Which leads to the crux of this tale.

Many of us started blogging to experiment with wonderful, different things to wear.  Using our special, personal space on the world wide web as a visual diary, logging and chronicling the things we did, the food we ate, the workouts that actually, well, worked, and, of course, the clothes we wore.  Dreamt of wearing.  Or were afraid to wear.

And how is it that the very outfits which send us spiralling into a state of consternation in our real world lives, we have zero qualms in parading them upon the biggest stage imaginable.

I’ll tell you my thought process.

If I can’t see it, it doesn’t exist.

For reals.

(that guy with the dogs? he offered the adorable Harriet and Mr Bear as accessories, of course I said yes, the pooches weren’t too keen though so he had to pose with them)

Isn’t that the oddest?

That it wasn’t actually the blog which gave me confidence to assemble never-before-tried outfit combinations (or colours, for that matter, yes, I’m one of those who insists there are varying shades of black and I have to own all of them), it was the premise of no physical person being around to see me, judge me.  The absence of a tangible audience emboldened me.

L I B E R A T E D    M E

Does that happen to you too?

And now, we come to this month’s edition of The Fab 40s.  It was my turn to pick a theme, so I decided to go with culottes. Like why not.  I maintain a healthy dislike for them but at the same time, the concept of wearing pants that mimic skirts that feel as comfy as pants, well, that’s a proposition is isn’t easily turned down GRIN so hello culottes.  My fellow fabulous friends were equally intrigued (sorry, Jenny, I made you go shopping #sorrynotsorry), and their individual interpretations R-O-C-K.

Come see.

Suzy, Suzy Turner

Suzy | Suzy Turner

I am in absolute awe of how Suzy went from Gloria Vanderbilt to hip Pocahontas (if Pocahontas had a pixie cut, that is) in the blink of an eye.  Such an unexpected pairing of suede with denim here.  My fave touch is that divine tribal necklace.

Jennie, A Pocketful Of Polka Dots

Jennie | A Pocketful of Polka Dots

Who else thinks “spunky” or “sassy” when they’re looking at this beautiful shot of Jennie?  Isn’t she the absolute bomb?  Equal parts sexy and fun, I’m pretty sure this is my favourite outfit for the month.  Those pretty stripes? It’s like she’s wearing a rainbow.

Ann, Kremb de la Kremb

Anne | Kremb de la Kremb

This is also my fave outfit of the month. Hey, a woman can have two in one same post!! I mean, how could anyone not love polka dots?? In graphic black and white, no less, with those groovy sunnies providing a vibrant pop of red.

Mary, Curly Byrdie Chirps

Mary | Curly Byrdie Chirps

Confession, when I chose culottes as the theme, I had a teeny inkling that Mary might perhaps be wearing a jumpsuit.  Bham!! But it never crossed my mind that it’d be this delicate, super pretty baby blue number topped with that sleek white duster vest.

For this month, we have the chic and poised Kim as our guest.

Kim | The J'adore Couture

How beautiful is this photo, first of all?  It has a delicate, old world charm to it that speaks to my ancient soul.  I’ve been following Kim on Instagram for a while now.  You should too.  She has a style that is so effortless that I, well, in all honesty, quite envy and covet.  Effortless yet polished and sharp and, best of all, with a hint of wit that is so rare (and needed) in the sartorial playground these days.  Thank you so much for being a part of The Fab 40s this month, Kim!!!

And here’s me.

Blush Faux Leather Moto Jacket (Sans Souci) | Lace Camisole (OVS Italy) | B&W Striped Culottes (Poshmark) | Booties (Cicihot) | Choker (c/o Manic Panic NYC) | Sunnies (Goodwill)

This is probably the closest I’ll ever get to looking “corporate” and it almost did not make the cut.  Why, you ask?  Well, it just seemed a smidge too straitlaced.  Backing it up a little, the original composition comprised of a cropped cardigan which I very quickly discarded in favour of that blush moto jacket you now see.  Oh and an S&M looking choker for added effect.

How about you?

How has blogging boosted your sense of bravado?  Your confidence?  Your dare-to streak?


Love, Sheela

I link up here.

Receiving Compliments

Err. Emm. Errr.

Why can’t we accept compliments?


I’ve come to realise something recently.  Well, no, actually, it’s been pointed out to me by my husband in the past, and rather frequently too, but I simply never quite took stock of it.  Sorry, my love, for not listening to you, but you’re always so biased, in my favour, I don’t know when to believe what you say (I love you!!)

So yes, that one thing I’ve developed awareness of?  That women are, basically, terrible when it comes to accepting compliments, and yes, I’m part of that statistic.  And this isn’t even a new phenomenon upon which we can blame, oh I don’t know, the current sexist administration?  I digress.  It would seem that the vast majority of my species feels uncomfortable in the face of unsolicited kudos.  We stutter and get all awkward, guilty even (dare I say).  And shuffle most uncomfortably towards the guaranteed death of said conversation.

W H Y    I S    T H A T ?

To determine if this was an occurrence which happened only within my immediate circle (myself included), I thought I’d undertake a little experiment.

What if I complimented every female I met over the weekend?

What would transpire?

How would they react?

Surely, at least one would respond positively?

Lap up my compliment?


So did any women accept one of my freebie compliments?  Did anyone own it and relish the joys of non-fished-for praise?  Here’s the thing, I distributed my words of praise to strangers, and coworkers alike.  Sadly, not a single one of these fabulous women stood back and accepted their compliment.  Not.  One.

A woman I’ve been seeing at the gym for the past few years?  Based on her clothes and posture, and how she carried herself in conversations, I’ve long admired her as a power-player.  And guess what?  She became uncomfortable when I commented on how pretty I thought her bracelet was.  “Oh, I found this at the bottom of the drawer. It’s really old,” she mumbled.

The compliments I dished out were hardly radical.  I mean, it was just about taking a moment to tell women something complimentary, when they had something to justifiably compliment.

And it wasn’t a gentle rebuffing, either.  The majority of females I spoke to instantly tore themselves down.  At best, a few did this weird uncomfortable laugh, whilst looking down at their (shuffling) feet, rather like a version of saying, “Please stop!!

I myself am not a keen recipient of compliments.  Don’t get me wrong, I love them but I definitely feel embarrassed and get all flummoxed when I’m complimented, and I have an inkling it’s because I don’t believe I deserve them.  Especially when it’s coming from family because, after all, family members are pre-programmed to look at me with rose-tinted vision, yes?

I read somewhere that rebuffing compliments is something women have learned over time.  That many women are socialised to be humble, modest, and to avoid external displays of pride or arrogance.  Therefore, our default response is to be demure and rebuff compliments.  From women.  And, conversely, women are twice as likely to accept a compliment from a man than from another woman.

I S N ' T    T H A T    F A S C I N A T I N G ?

But how can we deviate from what appears to be our natural setting?  How do we start to stop dodging the compliments?   The first step is to acknowledge that accepting a compliment is actually beneficial to self-worth.  Savour the compliment instead of immediately batting it away.

Saying thanks might feel iffy and arrogant and even self-absorbed in the beginning.  And those feelings are very natural, yes, but it’s not a sign that you’re doing something wrong.  Because you’re not.  Just like any kind of habit or behavioural change, accepting compliments will initially feel uncomfortable, but we need to train ourselves to do it.

And upgrade our perceptions of ourselves that we deserve the compliments.  That we are worthy.  And take comfort in the fact that accepting compliments is beneficial for our emotional wellbeing.

I’m quite certain our self-worth will thank us for it later.

Top (c/o Shein Official ) | Shorts (H&M) | Booties (Cicihot) | Sunnies (Poshmark)

And how’s that for light Monday reading, huh?  GRIN you can always count on me to be forthcoming.  And honest.  And no holds barred.




Love, Sheela

p/s I link up here.

pp/s yes, that’s a blue trashcan, a cool blue trashcan, mind you.

Millennium Bunny: Episode 3

Here she is again, friends.

The world according to Eve returns.


It’s that time of the week again when the Millennium Bunny aka Eve aka mah boo returns with her thoughts on random happenings, people and places in the world, with a bombass outfit to boot.

Why Millennium Bunny, you ask?  Eve is a Millennium born in 1999.

And she was born in the year of le lapin 🙂

Today, Eve talks about pachyderms, moodboards, the royal wedding, and The Greatest Showman.

1. On her obsession with pachyderms.

I’ve been in love with elephants ever since I was a baby. I just think they’re the most adorable yet majestic animals in the world. They’re basically like the “gentle giant” in my eyes.

( dear readers, to substantiate my use of the word “obsession”, let me share with you that Eve has elephants in all shapes and sizes in her room, from badges and pins to clothes and socks, in the form of all manner of accessories, not to mention the herd of plushies that sleeps in her bed every single night since she was born )

2. On creating moodboards.

I initially started creating moodboards for assignments I had in art class. I would always either include them in my sketchbook or as a major project. But now it’s a really a form of relaxation for me. It keeps my mind preoccupied whenever I’m stressed about school or life in general.

Instead having a meltdown or laying in bed doing nothing, I create something so that both my hands and my mind are kept busy.

3. On the forthcoming royal wedding.

I think it’s really cool!

Meghan Markle is literally one of the most beautiful human beings on this planet. I’m glad that Great Britain is continuing to break out of the idea that royals can only marry royals, and instead wed your true love.

Plus, having a black duchess is pretty dope. I’m definitely rooting for them.

M E    T O O ,    B O O

4. And on The Greatest Showman.

First of all, if you haven’t watched this movie then stop whatever you’re doing and go freaking see it! The story in itself should make you want to watch. It inspires people to be unashamed of themselves and whatever society has deemed to be flaws.

The music is also just incredible.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my “God’s Plan,” “Monster,” and songs of that kind. But the soundtrack brings forth the type of music many may have forgotten or put away for some time in favor of newer genres. There’s not one song on that soundtrack that I don’t like or love. I also have to admit that I love the film because of the romance between Zendaya and Zac Efron. Major goals!

Now tell me about this outfit you’re wearing, boo.

Why did you pair these items together?

Eve said, “The last time I wore this dress was when I was in the 8th grade. It always made me feel empowered and awesome when I wore it. It also gives me major Season 3 Hannah Montana vibes. Plus, peplums always make me look good. I then paired it with my leather wedged shoes and those cat-eyed shades, and BOOM: badassery.”

That’s it for today’s Millennium Bunny.  You can read the other episodes here and here.

The Millennium Bunny will be on a brief hiatus next week because a certain someone needs to study for her finals BUT fret not, the views of this teenager will be back come Wednesday, 2nd May.  Back with a bang, as they say, because Eve will be talking to us about what (she feels) makes for good boyfriend material (personally, I’m dying to hear this one), her thoughts on why society seems to favour science over the arts, her complete dislike of vegetables, and if she thinks Santa Claus is real.  Oh oh and also, Eve shares which is the one gadget she cannot live without.

As well as another bombass outfit.  You know, if you have any specific questions you’d like to ask her, to (attempt to) understand things from a teenager’s perspective, fire away.  Leave a comment below.

See you Friday, when I talk about my microblading experience.



Love, Sheela

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Millennium Bunny: Episode 2

Here she is again, friends.

The world according to Eve returns.


It’s that time of the week again when the Millennium Bunny aka Eve aka mah boo returns with her thoughts on random happenings, people and places in the world, with a bombass outfit to boot.  Bear with me on the quality of the photos, my new camera and I are only just starting to get to know each other.

Why Millennium Bunny?

Eve is a Millennium born in 1999.

And in the year of le lapin 🙂

Today, Eve talks about Trump, high school cliques, and sex offenders.

1. On the Trump administration.

I’ll be honest, I am not expert of the Trump administration and what they’ve done thus far. But there are, however, many things that he has done that do not sit well with me. For starters, Ivanka Trump. Is it not at all inappropriate for her to be part of his administration? Not to mention that one time when Kellyanne Conway told viewers to buy her clothing. I was like, “Huh?”

And then there was the constant firing and hiring of people on Trump’s staff. That wasn’t at all sketchy.

And of course the scandalous travel ban. This in particular affected my family and I. While Malaysia, which is where my grandparents are (a predominately Muslim country), isn’t on the list (as of this moment), it’s sad to think that visitation is almost impossible to achieve. And of course I’ve got to mention that freaking wall. The wall that was built was the one in Germany. And that was after one of the worst world wars. I feel as though a wall will only antagonize, and therefore be seen as a challenge, by immigrants who wish to pass without going through the proper process. As an immigrant myself, I definitely feel for those who are desperate in their attempts to enter America and are struggling to find success.

I do, however, find it a little unfair when some are allowed to stay despite coming into the country illegally. Especially since it took my mother and I the majority of my childhood to get our own green cards. There does need to be a solution for illegal immigration. But I don’t think building a wall is the right idea.

2. On high school cliques.

Oh, cliques (was that a sigh of exasperation? frustration?)

Well, it’s a way of establishing who you are and provides a sense of belonging. Is it always a bad thing? No. But is it always a good thing either? Hell no. It’s all nice and sunshiney when you have a clique and you’re with them. But when you don’t, it’s absolute hell. It’s one of the worst kinds of loneliness that anyone could ever endure. It’s because most cliques are incredibly exclusive, so many kids feel as though they must fit into any group’s mold to ensure that they’ll have a group. Otherwise students might find themselves alone and ostracized for being who they are and/or not being a carbon copy of their fellow peers.

This is is the case for the majority. Or at least it was at my school.

But if you’re lucky enough, it’ll instead just be about finding people with common interests and values, while also welcoming other people who you just genuinely enjoy being around with.

3. On appropriate punishment for sex offenders.

Honestly, I have no sympathy for any type of sex offender.

I mean, what on earth could have happened to this person that they became so sick?

Therefore I think anything less than jail is unacceptable.

Not fines.

Not paroles.


P  R  E  A  C  H

Now tell me about this outfit you’re wearing, boo.

Why did you pair these items together?

Eve said, “I have been dying to wear this dress for a LONG time! But I could never find the right event for it or wanted to wear something else instead. But this dress is awesome. It gives off that Harajuku vibe, doesn’t it? Momma Bear picked it out at this indie boutique in Malaysia last summer. It kind of makes me feel like a version of Gwen Stefani. I paired it with these adorable sneakers by Vans that I’ve only ever worn once. This outfit makes me feel like one of those little kickass Harajuku dolls, but darker.”

That’s it for this episode of  The Millennium Bunny.  In you missed the pilot piece, here it is.

Next week, Eve will be telling us more about her obsession with pachyderms, why she creates moodboards, and how she feels about the royal wedding.   With perhaps an insight or three into why she absolutely adores The Greatest Showman. As well as another bombass outfit.  You know, if you have any specific questions you’d like to ask her, to (attempt to) understand things from a teenager’s perspective, fire away.  Leave a comment below.

See you Friday.



Love, Sheela

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To free oneself from a phobia.

Via gradual exposure to the thing that is feared.


Lately, I’ve been wrestling with how much to share on the blog.  And not for myself, actually, but for my family who may will be affected by the things I choose to reveal.  Even though this is my outlet to express myself fully, and let it all out, the fact of the matter is, I always worry how the things I write about might affect the people I love.  Because I know for a fact that my parents read my posts.  Eve (and her friends) read my posts.  And for those reasons, I do not fully disclose my thoughts nor do I talk about everything in my head.

I wish I could though.

Just let everything gush forth without a care in the world.

I T    W O U L D    B E    I M M E N S E L Y    L I B E R A T I N G

Does it come as a surprise to you?

This trepidation of mine?

Afterall, I’ve talked about running away.  And growing up within an environment that views tanned skin and articulation on a female as ugly.  I’ve touched on the topic of masturbation.  And once you talk about DIY-ing, it’s rather like going to the point of no return, isn’t it?

Yet there are aspects of my life that, if I haven’t kept completely hidden, I haven’t completely disclosed either.

Shocker, I know.

Yes, the sexual abuse as a child. 

There’s that.

And it weighs heavily upon my soul. 

I cannot lie.

And is quite likely what triggered today’s mood.  I want to shed all the burden it’s put on me, but I cannot.  For now.  I know it’s my story to tell but I worry how it will affect my parents since the person who did it lies within the immediate family circle.  And is someone with whom they still have regular contact.

Still, one has to wonder if my reticence stems more from my reluctance to confront what happened.

My brother believes I should start a journal about it.

Pen my thoughts down.  And then, one day, either publish it.  Or post it here.  When I feel ready.  And, he suggests, perhaps also after pre-empting my parents before I hit the publish button.

He has a point.  I just hate the idea of bringing the topic up with them.  I can barely talk about it with my husband.  I cringe at the memory, and feel repulsed and disgusted with myself when old thoughts resurface.  I’m very much aware that nothing which happened was my fault.  Not in the least bit.

I can’t help but wonder, though, if I did or say something to encourage it?  That caused the abuse to last over a period of 2, 3 years.

Dress & Boots (c/o Forever21) | Embellished Bag (Zara) | Sunnies (Poshmark)

I do know that, even after all these years (30+ to be precise), the fact that this part of my life bothers me so, means he has retained control over me.  And I need that to stop.  I need to put an end to it.

There’s this saying I came across. a long time ago, that old sins have long shadows.  I’d revise that a bit to include also the sins of others upon us, for they too reach far and wide.  And to counter that, I’d start with desensitising myself.  Just a little.

And how’s that for light Monday reading, huh?  GRIN you can always count on me to be forthcoming.  And honest.  And no holds barred.



Love, Sheela

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Introducing My Millennium Bunny

Otherwise known as Eve.

My baby girl Eve Seraphina, that is.


{ I apparently was in a state of fugue yesterday }

{ how else can I rationalise thinking today is Tuesday? }

{ completely  missing the “supposed” launch date of this new column? }

A little while ago, I started thinking of what I could do to fall in love (all over again) with the world of blogging.  There are only that many times one can rework the blog design.  Or would want to, for that matter (those who have done it, know what a headache that undertaking can be).  And besides, it’s not the way our platform looks which keeps us coming back.  It’s the words within us wanting to be let out that’s the real pull factor.

So, to cut a long story short, I’ve been planning several additions to this blog.  New columns, if you like, as I’ve been doing on Instagram, to spice things up.

I knew I wanted to kickstart this trajectory with a weekly column featuring my millennium baby and her thoughts .  You know, the world according to Eve?

Let’s begin with a few questions I threw her way.  Have a read.

1. Can you tell us a little about yourself and your blog?

I’m a freshman college student studying psychology. I’ve been a blogger since middle school, but I only became serious about it when I was about 16. My blog details all the weird adventures I’ve had in my life and I share them in the hopes of making people smile.

2. Describe how you first got into blogging?

I’m going to be honest, my mother made me. She thought it would be a cool way of expressing myself and that it would catch universities’ attention too. After some time, I started to really enjoy myself and continue to do it to this day.

3. How would you describe your blogging style?

I’d say my blogging style is simple, sarcastic, and honest. I’m very direct and sassy, so it makes sense that my blog reflects that about me.

4. What’s your proudest achievement?

My proudest achievement is graduating high school. High school was a hellhole and really tough. There were so many times that I was genuinely afraid of not making it through, but I did, and it was awesome.

5. Name some of your favourite bloggers and explain why they’re your favourites?

I’m going to be honest, I don’t have any favourite bloggers. As cliché as it sounds, I think they’re all cool in their own way. Having a blog is hard work and whoever is able to do it, and do it well, is awesome in my book.

6. Who was your first style icon?

My first style icon was, and still is, definitely Selena Gomez. I just absolutely adore her and her style.

7. What would you say is the biggest challenge about fashion blogging?

I think it’s hard to consistently come up with good ideas about what to write and what outfits to put together. It’s also difficult to keep being excited about what you’re doing, and look forward to the work.

8. How would you describe your personal style?

Hmmmm.  I think my personal style is still not defined yet. One day, I’ll be extremely bohemian and then the next, it’ll be rock ‘n’ roll. But I guess I’d say my style is the mix of Aria from Pretty Little Liars and Zendaya (me too, boo!!).

9. What’s your greatest satisfaction in being a fashion blogger (invites to fashion events, meeting people, gifts, etc.)?

While I will admit that being invited and attending fashion events is freakin’ awesome, the greatest satisfaction for me is getting a bombass photo of myself. It always feels good to have a great picture of yourself. It’s kind of like my version of self love that I thoroughly encourage others to do 🙂

10. How do you manage time to run your blog efficiently and keep up with being a university freshman?

I honestly have no idea. Sometimes I’m on top of things, sometimes I’m not (mostly the latter). I always put my homework first and if I have time, I write a blog post.

Tell me about this outfit you’re wearing, boo.

Why did you pair these items together?

Eve said, “Since Spring is finally here, I wanted to wear something that would reflect the new weather. When I saw the dress, I realized that I hadn’t worn it in a really long time. So I decided to put it in and switch to my heart’s content. I also really wanted to wear those earrings because they’re so fun and pretty. Plus I hadn’t gotten the chance to wear them before. As for the shoes, I’ve never been too fond of sandals and flats. Therefore I went with my black booties, ‘cos why not?”

Truly, why ever not, bunny boo 🙂

And that’s it, friends, for this introductory post on a brand new column.  The Millennium Baby.

Next week, Eve will be sharing her thoughts on Trump, high school cliques, and sex offenders.  As well as another bombass outfit.  You know, if you have any specific questions you’d like to ask her, to (attempt to) understand things from a teenager’s perspective, fire away.  Leave a comment below.

See you Monday.

Next week, we’ll be posting up to three times a week, hurray!!



Love, Sheela

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It’s Bagel Time

Baked goodies.

Breads. Donuts. Bagel Balls.


{ before you proceed further, check back tomorrow for a new column I’m introducing }

{ okay, now go forth and read GRIN }

One of the things I enjoy most about being a content producer is trying and testing new things.  Be they garments or cosmetics or skincare.  Whoever tells you that they don’t like love the perks of being a blogger or influencer is just lying through their teeth, I promise you.  It’s a glorious sensation being on the receiving end of things be they debuting or a golden oldie.  And whilst I don’t typically accept digestibles or foods, thanks to my numerous allergies, once in a (yummylicious) moon, I do.  When something incredibly unique or different pops up on the laptop screen and piques my interest.

Like Bagel Balls.

You heard me.

B A G E L    B A L L S

Imagine the level of curiousity I experienced when I first heard from Bantam Bagels.  I was like, “What on earth is a Bagel Ball??!!

Is it a bagel?

Is it a ball?

Is it a bagel shaped like a ball?

Or is it a ball-full of bagel???

The questions, they assaulted my mind.  How could something traditionally resembling the letter O be deconstructed, reworked, then refashioned into an object so rotund and circular, and stuffed with roly-poly goodness?

The timing of that email could not have been any more perfect had they installed bugs in my laptop to monitor my travel plans because, you see, yours truly was just about to head to New York for Fashion Week SS2018.  And to have some kind soul offer to deliver (a freshly baked) breakfast to me, right before I launch headlong into the frantic, harried frenzy that is show after show after show, was a welcome boon.  Blessing, even.

So I said, “Yes, please and thank you.


I mean, I know I’m (technically) allergic to wheat and yeast and eggs and gluten.  But a woman can put up with just about anything when it sounds this intriguing, yes?

So them Bagel Balls were promptly delivered to me, directly to my hotel no less (amazing service, you guys) in fresh-out-of-the-oven toasty warmness.  Prettily packed too, I might add. Up to my room I dashed, as quickly as those elevators could teleport this body, flung open the door with a flourish (well, more like with a hefty tug, a groan, and a final pull because that door was solid), and plonked myself down on the bed.

And the consumption commenced.

With relish and glee.

There were many fillings, my friend, and truth be told, I had to play a guessing game because portable and practical those boxes may be, they could’ve done with some way to identify which Bagel Ball contained what, you know?  That was the only thing lacking.

That aside, basing off the flavours that exploded on my tongue, I’d say my faves were the French Toast and Cookies & Milk Bagel Balls.  They were so tasty, I ate a total of five.  Yes, five.  My tummy, it was a-rumbling and unhappy.  It also outwardly showed its displeasure at my obvious disregard of my FODMAP rules because once the binging ceased, it too resembled a Bagel Ball.  Distended, and puffy, and equally rotund.  Ah well.

It was worth it.

Although I shall spare you pictures of that.

Don’t forget!!  Come back tomorrow.  I promise you shan’t regret it.



Love, Sheela

p/s this is a sponsored post but my opinion is always my own

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