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How I Dress My Inner Child

How I Dress My Inner Child

 

Hello there inner child,

Can you hear me calling you??

 

It’s so nice to be back writing on the blog (and jumpstarting things with a post on how I dress my inner child).  I honestly can’t even recall the last time I posted something (wait, I do, it’s been seven long months).  I could tell you that a million things have happened since we last spoke, causing my extended absence  but that’d be an excuse.  The truth is I simply haven’t been able to write. 

Each time I attempted to articulate my thoughts, I’d sit in front of my laptop and simply stare at the blank screen until I gave up.  I kept telling myself to step away.  To come back to it later when I felt as though I had something authentic to say.  And that was so wrong.  What I really ought to have done was to sit my ass down, and type away.  Yes, just that.  Type away, regardless of what nonsense I’d spew and allow the creative bits of me to rise up.

And that’s precisely what I’m doing now. 

Happily sharing the inner sanctums of my mind as I let my inner child out to play.  Actually, no, it’s the other way around.  I’m unleashing my inner child on the world and the intense sense of liberation she’s bringing is, in turn, unfettering my words. 

How I Dress My Inner Child

SQUEAL.

I feel so good right now!!!

Alright, alright, I digress. 

With that, I’ve also arrived at the conclusion that my inner child is still pretty much how Sheela rolls on the outside.  I still yearn for a magical place overflowing with spells and lore.  Wherein cohorts of fairy folk are merrily traipsing on cobbled paths and gold paved pavements (the one same freeway home to Toyotas and carriages alike).

A place in which words hold magic and enchanted lands exist just beyond that lamp post (or within a ginormous wardrobe).  Some far off land wherein boarding schools practically come alive with hushed whispers and giggles midnight feasts run rampant.  Right alongside silly pranks, prefect badges and lacrosse matches.

A glorious world where simple train rides could lead to encounters with delightful talking animals and heroic quests to save the land.

How I Dress My Inner Child

Now, how precisely does a grown-ass woman from Borneo dress her inner child without sacrificing poise and class?  Nor a certain joie de vivre that (only) comes with having lived through a certain number of years?  I mean, no one wants to look like a old little girl but we’re not going for cute or kiddish or childish.  No no no, we’re shooting for esoteric instead (love that word, makes me feel/sound so smarticle).  An acquired taste which, whether you love it or hate it, there’s absolutely no way you’d ever forget it. 

First things first. 

What elements of my childhood have stayed with me to this day and influenced the style choices I’m presently making? 

My list then included the colours red and black (yes, even when I was a young ‘un) and hardware (zippers and metal accents have always held special spots in this ole heart).  And hats and plaid and pants.  And my hair tied in twos (ponytails, french braids, you name it, but always in pairs because I felt imbalanced otherwise) and velvet.  (Select) sparkly stuff (think pins and collar clips).  And shoes, always shoes.

Stop press.

Did I just describe myself now or did I just describe myself now?

How My Childhood Fantasies & Likes Influence My Style Choices

Here’s a side observation.  I firmly believe my strict, ultra conservative Catholic upbringing (complete with convent all girls school from kindy all the way to ‘A’ Levels, and gory fetuses floating in jars as part of the nuns’ “shock anti-abortion” tactic) has influenced my sartorial picks.  I kid you not. 

Just take a look at the pussy bow ties and ruffled sleeves I tend to favour.  Pleated mini skirts (whether it’s a Lolita homage or urging Britney to hit me one more time, these scream prep school in spades, no?) and sneakers.

Dear lord.

It is true what they say about Catholic school girls.

Innocent-looking on the outside, wild child on the inside. 

Of course, this isn’t always the case with every girl who attends a Catholic school but I can tell you it’s somewhat spot on where yours truly is concerned.

How I Dress My Inner Child

How I dress my inner child.

Well, this is what I came up with.  Romantic White Shakespearean blouse with big ruffled neckline, dainty silk black ribbon tie and mega flouncy sleeves.  Over this, I wore a Green Velvet blazer, for several reasons.  One, I adore the texture and sheen of velvet, always have always will.  Two, I’m unbelievably besotted with the colour (think emeralds, Slytherin, money, matcha, weed).  And last but certainly not the least, the cut is ever so classically flattering yet the fabric gives it such a contemporary air.

Steampunk brooch on the lapel for that touch of hardware that sings my siren song and my hair in two low, loose, casual ponytails.  So here you have an outfit that is completely influenced by my childhood and by the things I loved, and how these two elements are reflected in my wardrobe choices today.

Now, come see how my ladies went about showcasing their inner child from a sartorial perspective.  So excited.  

Suzy, Suzy Turner

over 40s blogger

Both Suzy and I are lost in our literary worlds this month, hers being the magical world of Hogwarts and Harry Potter and the house of Gryffindor.  Absolutely nothing not to love.

Shelbee, Shelbee On The Edge

mental health blogger

Shelbee’s outfit just immediately brought Pretty In Pink and Molly Ringwald to mind, especially when paired with that denim jacket.  I heart so much.

Daenel, Living Outside The Stacks

photographer blogger

Clearly a bohemian, romantic gyspy has lived in this world for a very long time.  She’s all about lush, feminine colours while maintaining a practical sensibility and comfort that’s signature Daenel.

Dee, Dee Sayz

singaporean blogger

So cute, Dee, just so so cute.  (Stylish) dorks unite.

And then there’s me.

Making the most of the current situation to indulge in my obsession with fantasy backdrops and outlandish settings.  A fox.  A hare.  A swan.  And a cotton-tailed bunny.  Four creatures synonymous with tales and wonder.

preppy street style

Green Velvet Blazer, White Poet Blouse & Brown Pleated Tennis Miniskirt (all thrifted) | Hardware & Organza Steampunk Brooch from Etsy | Sneakers (a gift)

Would you wear sneakers with this outfit?

If you were to let your inner child style you for one day, what sort of outfit would you be wearing?

Until next time friends, do not ever EVER let go of that child within you.  She really does help you see the beauty in the most unexpected of spots.  She’s the one who encourages spontaneous activities such as running through the sprinklers (when they’re spurting fountains of water, yes); going to HEB after a couture runway show (wearing a dramatic red gown of a dress); and eating chicken wings with your bare hands (in public)!!!!

Love, Sheela

Wearing Shorts For Work Can Be Professional

Shorts for work?

Oh goodness!! Scandalous!!

 

Fashion has always been my favourite form of escapism.  Reading, writing, dancing, sketching.  They all come a close second.  But fashion.  Fashion has, is, and will always be the tabernacle upon which I worship.  Religiously.  Since I was 6 years old to be precise.  Since I caught sight of my very first Issey Miyake piece.  And then laid my hands upon a coffee table book cataloguing what goes into the creation of a collection, courtesy of the god known as Bruce Oldfield (shamefacedly I confess to pinching this from the British Council library).  From then on, I was fairly obsessed with all things style and fashion-related.  Mostly European, primarily British the likes of Zandra Rhodes, Jasper Conran, Vivienne Westwood, Arabella Pollen, Philip Treacy.

Life in Kuching was a bit of a bubble.

A complete style bore.  Yawn.

Far and away from the fashion world or cultural meccas like Paris, New York, Milan, London or Tokyo.  I used to think of it as a fashion wasteland.  And it is still rather much the same, to be honest.  But it forced me to be resourceful.

To create my own fantasy fashion world.

A place wherein my outfits represented the opportunity for me to come out of myself, play a part.  Enact a role.  Chronic rebirth.  Live a persona for that brief camera moment.  To thrust myself into adventure.  Characters from scenes in which I get to be someone else, just for a wee bit.  Being a clothes chameleon, if you like.

C H R O N I C    R E B I R T H    O F    A     N E W    M E

Taking risks.  Digging deep.  Digging into unexpected places and sources.  Finding things or ideas that encouraged me to experiment and express my own point of view.  No matter the number of raised eyebrows.  Or whispered mutterings behind my back.

Weeding through my wardrobe.

Rediscovering gems amongst what I already owned.

Think about it.

Fashion is far more interesting when you push the boundaries.  Balancing what’s typically viewed as controversial with what’s usually thought of as must-have staples.  Marrying something current with something timeless.  Putting them together in the most (delicately) perfect (and precarious) of couplings.  The perfect pairing.  That’s what fashion, nay, style is all about.   Balance.  Achieving balance.  Building a look which blazes a trail while simultaneously being mindful of the message you’re sending by showing up dressed in a certain manner.

As a grown ass woman, my thoughts on the matter haven’t changed at all.  Although, I think back upon my style experiments of then and shake my head.  With equal parts bewilderment and pride.  And remind myself that today, fashion is but the adult version of a childhood game of dress-up.

I certainly have a playful approach to fashion.

A T    T I M E S    B O R D E R I N G    O N    T H E    O U T R A G E O U S

In the past, black and total goth looks used to be my only leitmotifs.  But an improv for a style challenge completely converted me into a colour slut.  Everything from top to toe red (it’s always lured me with its sultry ways, the wanton) and making onlookers blink by wearing dazzling all-over colour, to modest jolts from small pieces.  I adore both basic bold black as well as parading around in the bright stuff.

Additionally, despite being somewhat restricted due to allergies from Lupus, I have an insatiable magpie eye for jewellery and trinkets and glitz, and wear the most opulent of pieces whenever, wherever I can.

Style for me is all about having fun and not being afraid to go over-the-top.

(waves to Eve)

Let’s talk about shoes.  Some shoes make me feel so great, I have the urge to kick up my heels in them.  From chunky boots to gladiator sandals, from sporty heeled sneakers to whimsical wonders, my favourite footwear can be a bit impractical as times BUT as long as it allows me to be happy and playful, I’m all for it.  After all, vanity very often trumps sanity.

All these mantras leading up to what I proposed as September’s Fab 40s theme – wearing shorts for work.  Just a scant years ago, that would’ve been cause for termination in certain verticals but today, very few people even blink twice.  Isn’t that insane?

I wanted to see how my ladies would go about interpreting wearing shorts in their respective professions and I am most excited to share them with you today.  Come have a look.

Suzy, Suzy Turner

Suzy Turner

It’s as though this challenge was made for Suzy, eh?  That’s because she works at a golf shop.  And I had absolutely no idea of that when coming up with the theme of shorts (but you’re welcomed, Suzy)!!  I like that easy, breezy vibe this entire outfit is exuding.  No fuss, no muss, just casual and comfy and utterly cool.

Shelbee, Shelbee On The Edge

I’d wear this look in its entirety in a heartbeat.  Well, except the fanny pack because, you know, me and fanny packs, there’s no love lost between us (right, Annie?). To work.  To play.  And everything in between.  There isn’t a single aspect of it that doesn’t sing to me.  If I had to single out a fave aspect, it’d have to be that beret.  Swoon, Shelbee, swoon.

Daenel, Living Outside The Stacks

As always, Daenel has infused a fabulous bohemian flair to the theme.  This time, it’s beautifully present in that vivid top and darling neckpiece (when you go over to her post, be sure to check out the other necklace she put on, the one with fringes which I positively adore). Be sure to also read what she wrote about that braless colleague 😛

Dee, Dee Sayz

Black + White = eternally chic but when you add in man-style brogues.  Woo.  That unexpected element of androgyny makes for such eye candy.  I mean, just look at Dee.  Yet another outfit I would happily wear, with my 5″ heels (but of course).  What really makes everything come together, for me anyway, is that bag with the cheeky colour-blocking.

And then there’s me.

Yes, I do actually wear this outfit to work.  In fact, I’ve worn it twice.  Once for a committee meeting with the Houston West Chamber of Commerce to discuss a cybersecurity panel for 2020.  And the second time around was a meeting with a partner.

On both occasions, I was taken seriously.

Pinstriped Shorts Suit (Forever21) | Heels (GX by Gwen Stefani) | Top (NY&Co) | Kate Spade Clutch, Sunnies, Pins & Ring (thrifted on Poshmark) | Leather Cuff (c/o Unearthed)

Would you wear shorts to work?  If you could?

Until next time friends, slay.

 

Love, Sheela

p/s I link up here.

The Fab 40s Get Shorty

Shorts for work?

Oh goodness!! Scandalous!!

 

Fashion has always been my favourite form of escapism.  Reading, writing, dancing, sketching.  They all come a close second.  But fashion.  Fashion has, is, and will always be the tabernacle upon which I worship.  Religiously.  Since I was 6 years old to be precise.  Since I caught sight of my very first Issey Miyake piece.  And then laid my hands upon a coffee table book cataloguing what goes into the creation of a collection, courtesy of the god known as Bruce Oldfield (shamefacedly I confess to pinching this from the British Council library).  From then on, I was fairly obsessed with all things style and fashion-related.  Mostly European, primarily British the likes of Zandra Rhodes, Jasper Conran, Vivienne Westwood, Arabella Pollen, Philip Treacy.

Life in Kuching was a bit of a bubble.

A complete style bore.  Yawn.

Far and away from the fashion world or cultural meccas like Paris, New York, Milan, London or Tokyo.  I used to think of it as a fashion wasteland.  And it is still rather much the same, to be honest.  But it forced me to be resourceful.

To create my own fantasy fashion world.

A place wherein my outfits represented the opportunity for me to come out of myself, play a part.  Enact a role.  Chronic rebirth.  Live a persona for that brief camera moment.  To thrust myself into adventure.  Characters from scenes in which I get to be someone else, just for a wee bit.  Being a clothes chameleon, if you like.

C H R O N I C    R E B I R T H    O F    A     N E W    M E

Taking risks.  Digging deep.  Digging into unexpected places and sources.  Finding things or ideas that encouraged me to experiment and express my own point of view.  No matter the number of raised eyebrows.  Or whispered mutterings behind my back.

Weeding through my wardrobe.

Rediscovering gems amongst what I already owned.

Think about it.

Fashion is far more interesting when you push the boundaries.  Balancing what’s typically viewed as controversial with what’s usually thought of as must-have staples.  Marrying something current with something timeless.  Putting them together in the most (delicately) perfect (and precarious) of couplings.  The perfect pairing.  That’s what fashion, nay, style is all about.   Balance.  Achieving balance.  Building a look which blazes a trail while simultaneously being mindful of the message you’re sending by showing up dressed in a certain manner.

As a grown ass woman, my thoughts on the matter haven’t changed at all.  Although, I think back upon my style experiments of then and shake my head.  With equal parts bewilderment and pride.  And remind myself that today, fashion is but the adult version of a childhood game of dress-up.

I certainly have a playful approach to fashion.

A T    T I M E S    B O R D E R I N G    O N    T H E    O U T R A G E O U S

In the past, black and total goth looks used to be my only leitmotifs.  But an improv for a style challenge completely converted me into a colour slut.  Everything from top to toe red (it’s always lured me with its sultry ways, the wanton) and making onlookers blink by wearing dazzling all-over colour, to modest jolts from small pieces.  I adore both basic bold black as well as parading around in the bright stuff.

Additionally, despite being somewhat restricted due to allergies from Lupus, I have an insatiable magpie eye for jewellery and trinkets and glitz, and wear the most opulent of pieces whenever, wherever I can.

Style for me is all about having fun and not being afraid to go over-the-top.

(waves to Eve)

Let’s talk about shoes.  Some shoes make me feel so great, I have the urge to kick up my heels in them.  From chunky boots to gladiator sandals, from sporty heeled sneakers to whimsical wonders, my favourite footwear can be a bit impractical as times BUT as long as it allows me to be happy and playful, I’m all for it.  After all, vanity very often trumps sanity.

All these mantras leading up to what I proposed as September’s Fab 40s theme – wearing shorts for work.  Just a scant years ago, that would’ve been cause for termination in certain verticals but today, very few people even blink twice.  Isn’t that insane?

I wanted to see how my ladies would go about interpreting wearing shorts in their respective professions and I am most excited to share them with you today.  Come have a look.

Suzy, Suzy Turner

Suzy Turner

It’s as though this challenge was made for Suzy, eh?  That’s because she works at a golf shop.  And I had absolutely no idea of that when coming up with the theme of shorts (but you’re welcomed, Suzy)!!  I like that easy, breezy vibe this entire outfit is exuding.  No fuss, no muss, just casual and comfy and utterly cool.

Shelbee, Shelbee On The Edge

I’d wear this look in its entirety in a heartbeat.  Well, except the fanny pack because, you know, me and fanny packs, there’s no love lost between us (right, Annie?). To work.  To play.  And everything in between.  There isn’t a single aspect of it that doesn’t sing to me.  If I had to single out a fave aspect, it’d have to be that beret.  Swoon, Shelbee, swoon.

Daenel, Living Outside The Stacks

As always, Daenel has infused a fabulous bohemian flair to the theme.  This time, it’s beautifully present in that vivid top and darling neckpiece (when you go over to her post, be sure to check out the other necklace she put on, the one with fringes which I positively adore). Be sure to also read what she wrote about that braless colleague 😛

Dee, Dee Sayz

Black + White = eternally chic but when you add in man-style brogues.  Woo.  That unexpected element of androgyny makes for such eye candy.  I mean, just look at Dee.  Yet another outfit I would happily wear, with my 5″ heels (but of course).  What really makes everything come together, for me anyway, is that bag with the cheeky colour-blocking.

And then there’s me.

Yes, I do actually wear this outfit to work.  In fact, I’ve worn it twice.  Once for a committee meeting with the Houston West Chamber of Commerce to discuss a cybersecurity panel for 2020.  And the second time around was a meeting with a partner.

On both occasions, I was taken seriously.

Pinstriped Shorts Suit (Forever21) | Heels (GX by Gwen Stefani) | Top (NY&Co) | Kate Spade Clutch, Sunnies, Pins & Ring (thrifted on Poshmark) | Leather Cuff (c/o Unearthed)

Would you wear shorts to work?  If you could?

Until next time friends, slay.

 

Love, Sheela

p/s I link up here.

Sheela | Sheela Writes, I Have Things To Say

Shirtdresses Are Always In Style

Sprucing up the shirtdress.

Making it fancy, schmancy, but still wearable.

 

I struggled with this month’s theme, shirtdresses.  I truly did, Dee.  Can’t lie.  And I don’t even know why that was so because I used to wear them.  All the time.  Perhaps the operative words, “used to” were a telling means to explain my conundrum.  Conversely, my mental block made no sense whatsoever given (1) the frequency with which shirtdresses had permeated my wardrobe in the past; and (2) their undeniable mega “slay” factor.

In my 20s, I practically lived in shirtdresses all the work week long.  Mostly in jersey so I didn’t have to iron them and mainly in blacks or browns.  Yes, I spent over three decades decked out primarily in black, channeling Mama Rei and bringing out The Crow in me.  As such, one would think I would’ve had an easy peasy time pulling together a look based on a button-down garment but that was not the case, my friends.

T I M E    T O    S H I R T    U P

Sheela | Sheela Writes, I Have Things To SaySheela | Sheela Writes, I Have Things To SaySheela | Sheela Writes, I Have Things To Say

Fact: I almost purchased five different shirtdresses for the #fab40s.  Fact:  I already own two shirtdresses, one brand new, and because of that (as well as the added expenses of settling Eve into her new apartment, love you boo), I refrained from clicking the Buy Now button.  Fact: I was so flustered by the theme that I couldn’t even assemble my outfit until the 19th, and even then, just before heading out for our photo shoot.

Faced with two shirtdresses on hand, one in white, the other olive green, I had to choose.

In truth, I was leaning towards the olive piece and simply because I hadn’t yet worn it (tags still merrily hanging from its collar) but I felt it was just a little too dark/heavy for August.

Which is why you now see this white number here.  I’ve worn it before, in its original state, in a six-way Yuletide #fashionfaceoff with Eve and Michael and Jodie (and her ladies).

Sheela | Sheela Writes, I Have Things To SaySheela | Sheela Writes, I Have Things To SaySheela | Sheela Writes, I Have Things To Say

Once I settled on the actual star piece, I knew how I wanted to present it.

Somewhat classic but still infused with my signature rock n roll somethin’ somethin’ extra.  In this case, the shirtdress with its crisp high collar is indeed immensely Grace Kelly-esque.  However, when buttoned only to the extent of maintaining one’s (bare minimal) modesty and then paired with ripped camo jeans, it’s instantly transformed into something a pop diva would wear.  Perhaps for brunch with Gaultier to review designs for our collaboration, or a meeting to discuss world domination.  Or to have a discreet private viewing of their latest collection in the nearby Bvlgari atelier.  Sipping rosé as tattoos on wrists and hands peek out discreetly.

At least, that’s how I see it GRIN

Sheela | Sheela Writes, I Have Things To SaySheela | Sheela Writes, I Have Things To SaySheela | Sheela Writes, I Have Things To Say

Despite the haste with which things came together, I think it went well.  I think.

I rather like the very blatant juxtaposition between my shirt(dress) and my scruffy skinnies.  Very much me, very much unapologetically flamboyant.

Come see what my ladies did in sprucing up their shirtdresses!!

Dee, Dee Sayz

Dee | Dee Sayz

They say that (at times) less is more, and in Dee’s case, truer words have not been spoken.  She’s letting the classic lines of her blue shirtdress speak for itself, whilst adding some equally elegant brown leather accessories to the mix.  Well done, lady.

Jennie, A Pocketful Of Polka Dots

Jennie | A Pocketful of Polka Dots

I can’t say which has caught my attention more.  The fact that Jenny had the genius idea to convert her shirtdress into something utterly completely transitional for Fall OR that divine backdrop she chose which is ever so reminiscent of Rome.

Suzy, Suzy Turner

Suzy | Suzy Turner

Sporty Spice. Hands down. Pure funk with that sassy animal print number, which is then infused with major dollops of street cred by virtue of her fire engine red kicks, Suzy is channeling her inner pop diva on vacay vibe.

Shelbee, Shelbee On The Edge

Shelbee | Shelbee On The Edge

Who else thinks Shelbee could give the greatest showman a run for his money?  The flamboyance and visual exuberance of her outfit this month is supreme eye candy, bar none. Such a fun rendition of how (else) to wear a shirtdress.

Daenel, Living Outside The Stacks

Daenel | Living Outside The Stacks

And then there’s me.

Completely dripping with sweat in these photos.  You have NO idea how many beads of sweat are dotting my forehead and my upper lip in these photos.

Sheela | Sheela Writes, I Have Things To Say

White Shirtdress (thrifted from Poshmark)  Heels (GX by Gwen Stefani) | Ripped Camo Skinny Jeans (NY&Co) | Hat (a gift from Eve) | Yellow Leather Cuff (c/o Unearthed)

Would you say a shirtdress is your friend?

Or foe?

Until next time friends, slay.

 

Love, Sheela

p/s I link up here.

pp/s all photos by Eve

Sheela | Sheela Writes, I Have Things To Say

The Fab 40s Shirt Up

Sprucing up the shirtdress.

Making it fancy, schmancy, but still wearable.

 

I struggled with this month’s theme, shirtdresses.  I truly did, Dee.  Can’t lie.  And I don’t even know why that was so because I used to wear them.  All the time.  Perhaps the operative words, “used to” were a telling means to explain my conundrum.  Conversely, my mental block made no sense whatsoever given (1) the frequency with which shirtdresses had permeated my wardrobe in the past; and (2) their undeniable mega “slay” factor.

In my 20s, I practically lived in shirtdresses all the work week long.  Mostly in jersey so I didn’t have to iron them and mainly in blacks or browns.  Yes, I spent over three decades decked out primarily in black, channeling Mama Rei and bringing out The Crow in me.  As such, one would think I would’ve had an easy peasy time pulling together a look based on a button-down garment but that was not the case, my friends.

T I M E    T O    S H I R T    U P

Sheela | Sheela Writes, I Have Things To SaySheela | Sheela Writes, I Have Things To SaySheela | Sheela Writes, I Have Things To Say

Fact: I almost purchased five different shirtdresses for the #fab40s.  Fact:  I already own two shirtdresses, one brand new, and because of that (as well as the added expenses of settling Eve into her new apartment, love you boo), I refrained from clicking the Buy Now button.  Fact: I was so flustered by the theme that I couldn’t even assemble my outfit until the 19th, and even then, just before heading out for our photo shoot.

Faced with two shirtdresses on hand, one in white, the other olive green, I had to choose.

In truth, I was leaning towards the olive piece and simply because I hadn’t yet worn it (tags still merrily hanging from its collar) but I felt it was just a little too dark/heavy for August.

Which is why you now see this white number here.  I’ve worn it before, in its original state, in a six-way Yuletide #fashionfaceoff with Eve and Michael and Jodie (and her ladies).

Sheela | Sheela Writes, I Have Things To SaySheela | Sheela Writes, I Have Things To SaySheela | Sheela Writes, I Have Things To Say

Once I settled on the actual star piece, I knew how I wanted to present it.

Somewhat classic but still infused with my signature rock n roll somethin’ somethin’ extra.  In this case, the shirtdress with its crisp high collar is indeed immensely Grace Kelly-esque.  However, when buttoned only to the extent of maintaining one’s (bare minimal) modesty and then paired with ripped camo jeans, it’s instantly transformed into something a pop diva would wear.  Perhaps for brunch with Gaultier to review designs for our collaboration, or a meeting to discuss world domination.  Or to have a discreet private viewing of their latest collection in the nearby Bvlgari atelier.  Sipping rosé as tattoos on wrists and hands peek out discreetly.

At least, that’s how I see it GRIN

Sheela | Sheela Writes, I Have Things To SaySheela | Sheela Writes, I Have Things To SaySheela | Sheela Writes, I Have Things To Say

Despite the haste with which things came together, I think it went well.  I think.

I rather like the very blatant juxtaposition between my shirt(dress) and my scruffy skinnies.  Very much me, very much unapologetically flamboyant.

Come see what my ladies did in sprucing up their shirtdresses!!

Dee, Dee Sayz

Dee | Dee Sayz

They say that (at times) less is more, and in Dee’s case, truer words have not been spoken.  She’s letting the classic lines of her blue shirtdress speak for itself, whilst adding some equally elegant brown leather accessories to the mix.  Well done, lady.

Jennie, A Pocketful Of Polka Dots

Jennie | A Pocketful of Polka Dots

I can’t say which has caught my attention more.  The fact that Jenny had the genius idea to convert her shirtdress into something utterly completely transitional for Fall OR that divine backdrop she chose which is ever so reminiscent of Rome.

Suzy, Suzy Turner

Suzy | Suzy Turner

Sporty Spice. Hands down. Pure funk with that sassy animal print number, which is then infused with major dollops of street cred by virtue of her fire engine red kicks, Suzy is channeling her inner pop diva on vacay vibe.

Shelbee, Shelbee On The Edge

Shelbee | Shelbee On The Edge

Who else thinks Shelbee could give the greatest showman a run for his money?  The flamboyance and visual exuberance of her outfit this month is supreme eye candy, bar none. Such a fun rendition of how (else) to wear a shirtdress.

Daenel, Living Outside The Stacks

Daenel | Living Outside The Stacks

And then there’s me.

Completely dripping with sweat in these photos.  You have NO idea how many beads of sweat are dotting my forehead and my upper lip in these photos.

Sheela | Sheela Writes, I Have Things To Say

White Shirtdress (thrifted from Poshmark)  Heels (GX by Gwen Stefani) | Ripped Camo Skinny Jeans (NY&Co) | Hat (a gift from Eve) | Yellow Leather Cuff (c/o Unearthed)

Would you say a shirtdress is your friend?

Or foe?

Until next time friends, slay.

 

Love, Sheela

p/s I link up here.

pp/s all photos by Eve

My Heart & Soul Belong To Soles

Give a woman the right pair of heels.

Then sit back, and watch her conquer the world.

 

Amen, sista.

I never thought I’d ever credit something so insightful to Ms Monroe GRIN insightful and evergreen with a dose of such unexpected humour.

But it’s so true, yes?

The perfect shoe design equipped with an equally perfect heel height makes for taking the most empowered of strides, figuratively as well as metaphorically.  As Michael always tells me, I am my sexiest when I’m feeling comfortable.  After all, comfort begets confidence, and confidence is the consequent vessel to sire a sense of power, a sense of empowerment.  A sense of f*ck you, self doubt, not today.

T H E    P O W E R    O F    A    G O O D    S H O E

I’ll be the first to admit to being somewhat obsessed with shoes, I mean, I think the whole world knows that by now so it truly doesn’t behoove the situation for me to even pretend that 99% of my outfits are created from the soles up.  They really are.  It’s always been that way for me.  Pick the shoe first and then figure out the rest of my look.  I mean, if there was a mood board created to represent me, a solid pair of shoes would be right smack in the centre!!!

But I was also wondering where this shoe mania came from.

If I am to look back into my growing up years, I know with dead certainty that it wasn’t an influence stemming from my mother.  She’s far more practical than I when it comes to footwear.  No, in fact, my earliest memory of craving a shoe was a pair an aunt wore.  She was married to my dad’s youngest brother at the time, and had these faux suede black pixie boots that were just sooooo cool. Elizabeth, yes, that was her name.  I remember that she could tell how my 13 year old self was literally drooling over those boots and, well, gave them to me.  We both knew her feet were 2 sizes too small but I squeezed my toesies in, and away we go.

And so it began.

Over the years, I’ve had many a shoe.

Many.

When I lived in Singapore, I housed the over 500 pairs I owned into a dedicated shoe room.  Each pair carefully wrapped with tissue (or shoe bag), and stored within its original box, with a Polaroid taped to the front of said box so I could see at first glance which pair was inside.  True story.  Then, my purchasing decisions were a smidge random.

With time, my taste buds have become more discerning.  Or, I suppose, you could infer that I’m stuck in a shoe style rut.  However you look at it, my choice of sole support is most definitely well defined these days.  I like a good ankle bootie.  Heels of no less than 4.5″.  A slight platform support for the arch.  And strong graphic lines.

Suffice to say, I was rather over the moon when Daenel suggested we picked a fave pair of shoes for the July rendition of the Fab 40s.  HURRAY.  This particular pair I’m showcasing?  It’s SO me.  In every possible way.

And take a look at those worn by my fierce fashionista friends.

Oh oh oh and please say the warmest of welcomes to DEE!!  She is the latest addition to our group and joins us all the way from three continents away.  India, to be specific.  Welcome aboard, my fellow South East Asian!!

Daenel, Living Outside The Stacks

Jennie, A Pocketful Of Polka Dots

Suzy, Suzy Turner

Shelbee, Shelbee On The Edge

Dee, Dee Sayz

And then there’s me.

With my statement heels.

Graphic Ankle Booties (GX by Gwen Stefani) | Reversible Coat (Jagged Hanger) | Plaid Pants (NY & Co) | Lace Bodysuit (Victoria’s Secret) | Sunnies & Bangles (thrifted)

How many shoes do YOU have?

Until next time friends, go forth and conquer the world.

 

Love, Sheela

p/s I link up here.

The Fab 40s & Our Soles

Give a woman the right pair of heels.

Then sit back, and watch her conquer the world.

 

Amen, sista.

I never thought I’d ever credit something so insightful to Ms Monroe GRIN insightful and evergreen with a dose of such unexpected humour.

But it’s so true, yes?

The perfect shoe design equipped with an equally perfect heel height makes for taking the most empowered of strides, figuratively as well as metaphorically.  As Michael always tells me, I am my sexiest when I’m feeling comfortable.  After all, comfort begets confidence, and confidence is the consequent vessel to sire a sense of power, a sense of empowerment.  A sense of f*ck you, self doubt, not today.

T H E    P O W E R    O F    A    G O O D    S H O E

I’ll be the first to admit to being somewhat obsessed with shoes, I mean, I think the whole world knows that by now so it truly doesn’t behoove the situation for me to even pretend that 99% of my outfits are created from the soles up.  They really are.  It’s always been that way for me.  Pick the shoe first and then figure out the rest of my look.  I mean, if there was a mood board created to represent me, a solid pair of shoes would be right smack in the centre!!!

But I was also wondering where this shoe mania came from.

If I am to look back into my growing up years, I know with dead certainty that it wasn’t an influence stemming from my mother.  She’s far more practical than I when it comes to footwear.  No, in fact, my earliest memory of craving a shoe was a pair an aunt wore.  She was married to my dad’s youngest brother at the time, and had these faux suede black pixie boots that were just sooooo cool. Elizabeth, yes, that was her name.  I remember that she could tell how my 13 year old self was literally drooling over those boots and, well, gave them to me.  We both knew her feet were 2 sizes too small but I squeezed my toesies in, and away we go.

And so it began.

Over the years, I’ve had many a shoe.

Many.

When I lived in Singapore, I housed the over 500 pairs I owned into a dedicated shoe room.  Each pair carefully wrapped with tissue (or shoe bag), and stored within its original box, with a Polaroid taped to the front of said box so I could see at first glance which pair was inside.  True story.  Then, my purchasing decisions were a smidge random.

With time, my taste buds have become more discerning.  Or, I suppose, you could infer that I’m stuck in a shoe style rut.  However you look at it, my choice of sole support is most definitely well defined these days.  I like a good ankle bootie.  Heels of no less than 4.5″.  A slight platform support for the arch.  And strong graphic lines.

Suffice to say, I was rather over the moon when Daenel suggested we picked a fave pair of shoes for the July rendition of the Fab 40s.  HURRAY.  This particular pair I’m showcasing?  It’s SO me.  In every possible way.

And take a look at those worn by my fierce fashionista friends.

Oh oh oh and please say the warmest of welcomes to DEE!!  She is the latest addition to our group and joins us all the way from three continents away.  India, to be specific.  Welcome aboard, my fellow South East Asian!!

Daenel, Living Outside The Stacks

Jennie, A Pocketful Of Polka Dots

Suzy, Suzy Turner

Shelbee, Shelbee On The Edge

Dee, Dee Sayz

And then there’s me.

With my statement heels.

Graphic Ankle Booties (GX by Gwen Stefani) | Reversible Coat (Jagged Hanger) | Plaid Pants (NY & Co) | Lace Bodysuit (Victoria’s Secret) | Sunnies & Bangles (thrifted)

How many shoes do YOU have?

Until next time friends, go forth and conquer the world.

 

Love, Sheela

p/s I link up here.

The Style Icons That Inspire Me

Our muses.

Sources of sartorial inspiration.

 

It’s my birthday today.

The last time I’d written something on the blog on my birthday was three years ago, in 2016.  When I was talking about the wearability of animal prints and how we should all embrace its highly visual power with open arms.  What a tizzy the past few years have been, to say the least, but we’re not focusing on that today.  No, my friend, today, in honour of my birthday, I’m going to talk about the one person who has played such a vital part in not only igniting my love for clothes but who has also wielded such influence over how I look at style and fashion.

Denise Huxtable.

I’ll readily (and ever so happily) admit that I’ve had a ginormous fashion crush on Denise Huxtable since the sitcom I’d rather not name first aired in 1984.  The second eldest child who was free-spirited and rebellious with an eccentric sense of style which, I feel, can be best defined as wholly committed. Whether dressed in a power suit or in mechanic overalls or draped in pearls to the floor, she never doesn’t lean all the way in. The best kind of chameleon.

A WILD CHILD CARD

I mean, there are only certain people who can work a certain sense of style.

Not everyone can rock a head wrap, an unexpected hat, patterns on patterns on patterns, African-inspired accessories, a tulle skirt, the list goes on. It may look amazing on one person, and on another, you wonder if they looked in the mirror before leaving the house. Denise Huxtable, however, has proven that no matter how outrageous her outfit or hairstyle may be, she still looks good. How that’s possible, I’m not sure, but it is.

I would watch the show religiously and sketch down her outfits and try and copy her hair (still not sure if I should share that one photo). I remember hunting down an oversized tee, tied a knot to the side (more so to prevent myself from tripping than creating a style statement, if I’m being completely truthful) and wore it as a long tank dress (aka a jersey maxi these days, talk about precursors), over which draped a bunch of white plastic pearls around my neck that hung down to my knees., I thought I was the business, y’all.

The layering and the maximalism and the general refusal to toe the sartorial line aside, if you pay close enough attention, there’s a through-line of unbridled creativity.  An incredible attention to how eloquently we can speak through what we wear, a tool (I firmly believe) beautifully perfected by the late Princess Di (perhaps the most articulate of us all when it comes to speaking the language of fashion).

And that’s how I approach clothing and fashion in general.

Often with the preface of, “What else can I create with this?”

And always with, “How far can I push this?“.

Therefore, you can imagine where my mind instantly went to when Jennie announced that our theme for May would be Style Icons.  I was THRILLED.  I knew immediately that I wanted to really identify the muses behind my aesthetics. I mean, we all know I worship Gwen Stefani but did you know that both David Bowie as well as Prince have prominent seats upon my tabernacle of style?  These three influence the way I dress to such a large extent BUT distilling it even further, I knew without a doubt that Denise Huxtable was it.  My very first (and strongest) style icon.  And to this day, I continue to have very clear references and odes to the way Lisa Bonet styled the character throughout all those seasons.

And so, without further ado, my photos and my style icon since I was 11 years old.

And those of my fellow fabulous friends.

Jennie, A Pocketful Of Polka Dots

Jennie | A Pocketful Of Polka DotsJennie | A Pocketful Of Polka Dots

I wasn’t surprised at all when Jennie picked Audrey Hepburn as her style icon.  That timeless vibe.  A slight touch of tomboyish charm.  Elegant but still (always) playful and graceful.  An LBD was the perfect choice especially with those adorable floral court shoes, the iconic pearls, oversized sunnies and, ooh lordy, that bubblegum.  Well done, Jennie, well done.

Suzy, Suzy Turner

Suzy | Suzy TurnerSuzy | Suzy Turner

I intentionally positioned Jennie and Suzy’s outfits sequentially to demonstrate how two amazing women came up with such different looks based off of one same style icon.  While veering more towards the casual Riviera feel, Suzy’s top + pants garment exudes sophistication, ease, and infinite charm.  I think she’s beautifully captured that gamine mood.

Shelbee, Shelbee On The Edge

Shelbee | Shelbee On The EdgeShelbee | Shelbee On The Edge

No hollaback girl is my girl Shelbee!!!  She walks the walk and talks the talk, on just about every topic under the sky, and where fashion is concerned, is as maverick as they come.  Resplendent boho garbs one day, dominatrix full tilt the next, complete with hosiery and whip (ok, so the whip hasn’t made an appearance on her blog, yet). Today, she’s going glam rock n roll punk without batting an eyelid and doing it SO DAMN WELL.

Daenel, Living Outside The Stacks

Daenel | Living Outside The StacksDaenel | Living Outside The Stacks

I feel as though I should’ve seen it coming. That Daenel would channel Nicole Richie because it’s PERFECT for her. That easy, breezy laidback yet polished approach to layering. Pairing the slightly oversized with the form-fittting. The earthy tones. The headwraps.  Such a beautiful palette made even more striking with the rich texture of her kimono.  I adore how her jeans infuse a fresh, wearable everyday element.

Now join me in welcoming (and thanking) Sherry, our guest blogger for this month. I know her best for the amazing outfits she creates by era.  There is such thought and research which goes into everything she’s shared on her blog, such beautifully curated looks that leave me in awe. I am ever so happy to have her here, joining us this month, for my turn, and the fact that she chose Cyndi Lauper as her style icon is perfect testimony to how we must all view fashion as something to have fun with and to play dress up in and to take over the world.

Sherry, Petite Over 40

Sherry | Petite Over 40Sherry | Petite Over 40

And then there’s me.

A grownup version of Denise.  With heels (has anyone ever seen her wear heels on the show, by the way?).  And tattoos (although she got hers later in life).

Viva la Denise.

Tuxedo Stripe Blazer & Grey Beret (Agaci) | Plaid Canvas Joggers (Forever 21) | Bowie Concert Tee Shirt (thrifted) | Yellow Leather Cuff (Unearthed) | White Hospital ID Cuff (Jean Paul Gaultier) | Starburst Ring (Kate Spade) | Heels (JustFAB)

Please tell me, who’s YOUR style icon?

Or do you have several?

Have these changed to reflect the different stages in your life?

Until next time friends, have a good one.

 

Love, Sheela

p/s I link up here.

The Fab 40s & Our Style Icons

Our muses.

Sources of sartorial inspiration.

 

It’s my birthday today.

The last time I’d written something on the blog on my birthday was three years ago, in 2016.  When I was talking about the wearability of animal prints and how we should all embrace its highly visual power with open arms.  What a tizzy the past few years have been, to say the least, but we’re not focusing on that today.  No, my friend, today, in honour of my birthday, I’m going to talk about the one person who has played such a vital part in not only igniting my love for clothes but who has also wielded such influence over how I look at style and fashion.

Denise Huxtable.

I’ll readily (and ever so happily) admit that I’ve had a ginormous fashion crush on Denise Huxtable since the sitcom I’d rather not name first aired in 1984.  The second eldest child who was free-spirited and rebellious with an eccentric sense of style which, I feel, can be best defined as wholly committed. Whether dressed in a power suit or in mechanic overalls or draped in pearls to the floor, she never doesn’t lean all the way in. The best kind of chameleon.

A WILD CHILD CARD

I mean, there are only certain people who can work a certain sense of style.

Not everyone can rock a head wrap, an unexpected hat, patterns on patterns on patterns, African-inspired accessories, a tulle skirt, the list goes on. It may look amazing on one person, and on another, you wonder if they looked in the mirror before leaving the house. Denise Huxtable, however, has proven that no matter how outrageous her outfit or hairstyle may be, she still looks good. How that’s possible, I’m not sure, but it is.

I would watch the show religiously and sketch down her outfits and try and copy her hair (still not sure if I should share that one photo). I remember hunting down an oversized tee, tied a knot to the side (more so to prevent myself from tripping than creating a style statement, if I’m being completely truthful) and wore it as a long tank dress (aka a jersey maxi these days, talk about precursors), over which draped a bunch of white plastic pearls around my neck that hung down to my knees., I thought I was the business, y’all.

The layering and the maximalism and the general refusal to toe the sartorial line aside, if you pay close enough attention, there’s a through-line of unbridled creativity.  An incredible attention to how eloquently we can speak through what we wear, a tool (I firmly believe) beautifully perfected by the late Princess Di (perhaps the most articulate of us all when it comes to speaking the language of fashion).

And that’s how I approach clothing and fashion in general.

Often with the preface of, “What else can I create with this?”

And always with, “How far can I push this?“.

Therefore, you can imagine where my mind instantly went to when Jennie announced that our theme for May would be Style Icons.  I was THRILLED.  I knew immediately that I wanted to really identify the muses behind my aesthetics. I mean, we all know I worship Gwen Stefani but did you know that both David Bowie as well as Prince have prominent seats upon my tabernacle of style?  These three influence the way I dress to such a large extent BUT distilling it even further, I knew without a doubt that Denise Huxtable was it.  My very first (and strongest) style icon.  And to this day, I continue to have very clear references and odes to the way Lisa Bonet styled the character throughout all those seasons.

And so, without further ado, my photos and my style icon since I was 11 years old.

And those of my fellow fabulous friends.

Jennie, A Pocketful Of Polka Dots

Jennie | A Pocketful Of Polka DotsJennie | A Pocketful Of Polka Dots

I wasn’t surprised at all when Jennie picked Audrey Hepburn as her style icon.  That timeless vibe.  A slight touch of tomboyish charm.  Elegant but still (always) playful and graceful.  An LBD was the perfect choice especially with those adorable floral court shoes, the iconic pearls, oversized sunnies and, ooh lordy, that bubblegum.  Well done, Jennie, well done.

Suzy, Suzy Turner

Suzy | Suzy TurnerSuzy | Suzy Turner

I intentionally positioned Jennie and Suzy’s outfits sequentially to demonstrate how two amazing women came up with such different looks based off of one same style icon.  While veering more towards the casual Riviera feel, Suzy’s top + pants garment exudes sophistication, ease, and infinite charm.  I think she’s beautifully captured that gamine mood.

Shelbee, Shelbee On The Edge

Shelbee | Shelbee On The EdgeShelbee | Shelbee On The Edge

No hollaback girl is my girl Shelbee!!!  She walks the walk and talks the talk, on just about every topic under the sky, and where fashion is concerned, is as maverick as they come.  Resplendent boho garbs one day, dominatrix full tilt the next, complete with hosiery and whip (ok, so the whip hasn’t made an appearance on her blog, yet). Today, she’s going glam rock n roll punk without batting an eyelid and doing it SO DAMN WELL.

Daenel, Living Outside The Stacks

Daenel | Living Outside The StacksDaenel | Living Outside The Stacks

I feel as though I should’ve seen it coming. That Daenel would channel Nicole Richie because it’s PERFECT for her. That easy, breezy laidback yet polished approach to layering. Pairing the slightly oversized with the form-fittting. The earthy tones. The headwraps.  Such a beautiful palette made even more striking with the rich texture of her kimono.  I adore how her jeans infuse a fresh, wearable everyday element.

Now join me in welcoming (and thanking) Sherry, our guest blogger for this month. I know her best for the amazing outfits she creates by era.  There is such thought and research which goes into everything she’s shared on her blog, such beautifully curated looks that leave me in awe. I am ever so happy to have her here, joining us this month, for my turn, and the fact that she chose Cyndi Lauper as her style icon is perfect testimony to how we must all view fashion as something to have fun with and to play dress up in and to take over the world.

Sherry, Petite Over 40

Sherry | Petite Over 40Sherry | Petite Over 40

And then there’s me.

A grownup version of Denise.  With heels (has anyone ever seen her wear heels on the show, by the way?).  And tattoos (although she got hers later in life).

Viva la Denise.

Tuxedo Stripe Blazer & Grey Beret (Agaci) | Plaid Canvas Joggers (Forever 21) | Bowie Concert Tee Shirt (thrifted) | Yellow Leather Cuff (Unearthed) | White Hospital ID Cuff (Jean Paul Gaultier) | Starburst Ring (Kate Spade) | Heels (JustFAB)

Please tell me, who’s YOUR style icon?

Or do you have several?

Have these changed to reflect the different stages in your life?

Until next time friends, have a good one.

 

Love, Sheela

p/s I link up here.

Matching Florals With Plaid

Pattern mixing galore.

Pairing seemingly disparate motifs.

 

I’ve come a long way from being petrified of the mere mention of prints.

There was a time when putting even a speck of red into an all Black garment meant utter chaos and disruption, let alone introducing anything remotely non solid into my outfit.   Even on those rare occasions when I was neither in Ebony nor Ivory, I would still pick one single block of colour to showcase.  I mean, I was perfectly comfortable with shine and glitz and colour on hair and/or lips (or on my feet) but somehow, on the body, it was just. not. me. 

Then.

When I began my foray into the world of patterns, I (naturally) began with my beloved B&W.

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Cautiously, ever so cautiously, I ventured into two prints.  Just two.  Subtle ones.  Nothing too clashing, same family (or same colour story).  I even achieved one allover print.  Or does that not count because it’s, ahem, black with white?

2016 and half of 2017 were very colourless.  From every possible perspective.  And that feeling clearly translated itself into the outfits I put together.  There was barely any oomph let alone vibrancy or spark.  Slivers of rainbows and sunshine started peeking through in June, but slivers still.  Tiny, modest doses which vanished for the rest of the year. 

More than likely coinciding with my mental turmoil with the state of my marriage at the time.

I did, however, end the year with a pop of print!!

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2018.

Sigh.  Another lacklustre year wherein lines and prints and patterns did not quite make an appearance in my life.  Save for delicate touches here and here and here.

Accessories, on the other hand, made quite the appearance on this here blog.  Wore a Santa hat.  Even paraded around in my bikini bottoms during Winter (and gave quite a show to the factory workers across the fence, quite unintentionally, shrug).

Like before, I ended the year with a loud splash of patterns.

Sheela Goh | Sheela WritesSheela Goh | Sheela WritesSheela Goh | Sheela Writes

(don’t mind Michael, he’s making a guest appearance on the blog today)

I began 2019 with a bang.

Pairing florals with florals, and plaid with camo (and unicorns thrown in for good measure).  Ooh twice apparently.  Saying it loud and proud just last month with that god-challenging print known as zebra matched alongside stripes.

So when Mary of Curly Byrdie proclaimed florals + plaid for March, I stayed calm and nonplussed and, frankly, excited.  How things have changed, huh.  What once would have completely thrown me into a flurry of fear no longer does that.  Quite the opposite actually.  Isn’t that how life is in general though? 

Shall we now take a walk in the flower garden?  And see what my fab ladies served up?

Mary, Curly Byrdie Chirps

Mary | Curly Byrdie Chirps

What a fabulous find, Mary, that coat is.  Pretty plaid with flirty florals all rolled into one glorious concoction, made even more stunning with that dress and those gold heels.  My heart.

Suzy, Suzy Turner

Suzy | Suzy Turner

This is most definitely a classic rendition of flowers with plaid, if such a term ever existed for the combo, and Suzy makes it look so effortless classy.  Especially with that scarf.

Jennie, A Pocketful Of Polka Dots

Jennie | A Pocketful of Polka Dots

Jennie looks damn badass and cool, with that delicate floral kimono duster speaking volumes about femininity, and those contrasting plaid trousers.  See the peak of polka dots too??

Shelbee, Shelbee On The Edge

Shelbee | Shelbee On The Edge

My miniskirt twin!!  A gorgeous blend of two different plaids (genius) beautifully offset with that crisp white shirt and then a touch of girly glam comes through in those darling boots.

Daenel, Living Outside The Stacks

Daenel | Living Outside The Stacks

The queen of delicate touches.  Daenel does it again with darling hints of the month’s theme, this time on her pretty ballet flats.  Note the plaid and flower combination.  So charming.

And then there’s me.  I had loads of fun with this one.  Clearly.  I wanted to challenge myself with creating nuances here and there to reflect the theme and that’s why if you peer a little closer, you’ll see that I’m wearing a sheer, chiffon floral bodysuit under my floral dolman sleeve top.  And that there are flowers embroidered on my newsboy cap too.  Truthfully, I really did mean to wear my plaid booties to finish the look but I couldn’t find them that day.  Sigh.

Sheela Goh | Sheela Writes

Rose Dolman Sleeved Top (tiny boutique in Schulenburg) | Floral Chiffon Bodysuit & Embroidered Rose Cap (Forever 21) | Gen Plaid Mini Skirt (thrifted) | Red Leather Cuff (Unearthed) | Snake Ring (Taylor Swift) | Ankle Booties (Bakers)

Have we somehow inspired you to look at florals and/or plaid differently?  Which of these looks would you go for?  Are you a floral on floral sort of woman?  Or does combining different types of plaids together get you all giddy with excitement?

Until next time friends, have a good one.

 

Love, Sheela

p/s I link up here.