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The Fab 40s Turn PM To AM | Sheela Writes

The Fab 40s Turn PM To AM

 Sequins for breakfast? Evening wear sees light of day?   Not too long ago, making a public appearance (during the day) wearing anything remotely bedazzled or sequinned would instantly have attracted upwardly inching eyebrows and scanning eyes. At the time, such an after-eight ensemble would do naught but telegraph the words, “walk of shame”, I’d wager.  Insert amused snort.  Not that we haven’t actually been there and done that (shhhh, we know who we are) but in this case, it’s merely an instance of attaining the highest levels of chicdom (ahem) by turning cocktail attire into daywear. Yes, there’s a certain sense of bravado in venturing into broad daylight in pieces that run the gamut from bugle-beaded chiffon to metallic brocades (work-from-home advocate judgments be damned). Both the ladies who lunch and launch are now doing so in plumes and paillettes, with nary a hint of shame, remorse, or awkwardness.  Tempered, even, with more than a touch of rebellion. AS IT SHOULD RIGHTLY BE Indeed, putting evening pieces into day mode is a somewhat mind-boggling adventure, …

The Fab 40s Go Boho

 Wanderlust. Free-spirited. Authentic.   Isn’t that what lies at the heart of the word bohémien?  I mean, it’s all about being a gypsy.  And certainly not merely in terms of style.  There’s a great deal more to the concept than fringes and tassels and Coachella.  Being bohemian is a state of mind.  Unconventional.  Moving away from the expected be it in life and/or in thought. When applied to fashion, the spirit of bohemian manifests itself in an air of decided nonchalance.  And by that, I revel in the sweet irony of how today, in the 21st century, the fashion elite dons crochet and ruffles galore in the hopes of looking nomadic, and non-bourgeois, when in reality, the real bohemian lasses themselves are sexy and delightful precisely because they simply don’t give a shit. U N A P O L O G E T I C Suffice to say, the word “unapologetic” springs to mind at this juncture, yes? Although we haven’t yet navigated ourselves around the boho sphere, I do recall broaching the topic of  …

The Fab 40s In Pleats

Blush. And Pleats. Words you wouldn’t associate with me.   That being said, I’ve had many a sartorial cherry popped on the blog in recent months.  There was the affair with florals (a recurring affair, mind you).  And a sporadic dalliance with denim, headlining a post or three.  Shift dresses, they too have been making the odd appearance on my dance card. So it ought not come as all that much of a shock to (1) witness the debut of a new motif here; (2) be privy to Sheela attempting something completely out of her comfort zone, yet again; and (3) listen to me write in the third person for the umpteenth time GRIN What can I say? I’m nothing if not (somewhat) predictable. In the spirit of predictability, I’ve embraced pleats with heart and soul. Mind you, I have genuflected upon the tabernacle of Issey Miyake since I was, hmmm, 7 years old, completely enamoured of his deft hand with fabric.  Implicitly infatuated with his seemingly magical way of fashioning silhouettes that defied logic, …

The Fab 40s In Florals | Sheela Writes

The Fab 40s In Florals

I used to believe I wasn’t much of a floral person   It’s a smidge hard to sell that line these days when this post represents my third, consecutive no less, featuring me in a cornucopia of flora and bloom and blossom. I’ve been a walking flower garden and taken it down a petal or two. But what’s irrefutable is that I can no longer lay claim to being a non floral person. That card is clearly off the table. In true Sheela form, I’ve migrated from the dark side and leapt over to where the sun never goes to bed; yellow brick roads zig zag here there and everywhere; and flowers actually do talk. In fact, they’re rather sassy, they often give lip, and they’re certainly nowhere near being on a wall. Instead, they’re plastered on clothes and embellishing shoes and adorning lapels and prettying up one’s tresses.  One could surmise that flowers (much like love and money and sliced bread) can move mountains and make the world go round. Perhaps what’s ringing truer …

The Fab 40s In Pink & Red | Sheela Writes

The Fab 40s In Pink & Red

Pink is the colour of candy floss And red is the colour of my beating heart   Things have certainly changed around here.  Mousing through the archives, I realise that I’ve gone from wearing almost exclusively dark shades and black to, well, look at me now. Wearing Red.  And mixing it all up with Pink. And posing like I’ve been doing it my entire life. Indeed, this blog has come a long way since  I started it in November 2012, went on a hiatus (somewhat sporadically yet frequently, if that makes any sense) until November 2015 when I decided there were a few things I wanted to accomplish before turning 50.  I know it sounds truly peculiar but one of the key things on my list was to find a tribe of my own.  Yes, a tribe.  A gathering of like-minded souls, gender notwithstanding.  A circle of people able to discuss and dissect any topic under the bright blue sky, without fear of judgement, and who feels equally comfortable with the sound of silence. The …

The Fab 40s In Embroidery

Raindrops on roses And whiskers on kittens   They are, indeed, a few of my favourite things.  They do not, however, play any part in this blog post.  Save perhaps the raindrops.  They’re trickling happily and in abundance from that sequinned cloud.  And those raindrops?  They be embroidered.  Which brings me to the topic of today’s post. Embroidery.  Embellishment. Two of my absolute favourite words in both the English as well as Sartorial languages.  I kid you not.  And they go perfectly with how I would describe my style, “unapologetic“.  If you’re keen to find a word (or two) to perfectly articulate yours, try Suzanne’s worksheet.  It’s truly an eyeopener. In researching the next theme for our Fab 40s, I was completely besotted with Alessandro Michele’s Spring 2016 Collection for Gucci which was a romantic, dazzling, and decorated line-up for girly, geeky, vintage-like garments and accessories.  Loads of satins and knits.  Trims and embroidery and flowers.  Very plush and classy, aristocratic almost, with touches of spunk.  Nothing of that flaunt-it attitude Gucci was known for, which …

The Fab 40s In Faux Fur

Nearly 100 million Americans think buying and wearing fur is “morally wrong, what do you think?   Personally, I don’t have any objections either way, a sentiment you’ve heard me express before in the past.  Granted, real fur isn’t for everyone and for those who have made the decision not to wear it, I most certainly respect that.  By the same token, I firmly believe that they too, in turn, ought to respect the rights of those who choose real fur. While no one bats an eyelid when animal rights activists vocalise their choices and opinions, I’ve always wondered why I’ve had to defend my decision to wear fur.  Why the fear of disapprobation is (very often) enough to keep me and my coat from venturing out in public together.  True, in Houston, temperatures don’t really dip all that low to justify putting on my coat, and answering shitloads of questions about my choice of outerwear. That said, there are days when a poor circulatory system means my fingers and toes are perpetually cold, and …

The Fab 40s Goes Glam

Hedy Lamarr once said, “Any girl can be glamorous. All you have to do is stand still and look stupid.”   Hahahaha.  Give yourself some credit, Hedy, it takes work to look as though you woke up looking all put together. To give off an appearance of effortlessness, seemingly to transcend the mundane and the bland. To exude an air of intrigue without innumerable waves of the editing wand. To appear idealised, almost, but never to the point of being unattainable. Realistic done fancy, so to speak. Looking glam is not easy.  For someone as tomboyish and devil-may-care as myself, it was hard work.  Hard work, indeed. Not to be confused with glamour as a style, glam extends beyond the appearance. It’s external. Deliberate. Innate. These ladies made it look terribly easy though. Dixie of Inside Outer Beauty with that rocker babe chick chic she does so well. Jane, Jane, how lovely art thou in thy silver screen ensemble. Ann of Kremb de la Kremb does not fail to impress with her ever quirky, bold …

The Fab 40s Does Goth

I’ve always leaned more towards the punk and the rock n roll when it came to the clothes I wore.  And yet, I had fun playing with the morbid for this month’s Fab 40s theme, Goth (duh).  It was particularly interesting dodging the line between costumey and what I might actually wear although I do know that for some, Halloween happens all year long. { random : Eve just said my sole, lone sock is dirty because clean socks are never apart } A subculture born in the early 1980s, Goth has its origins in the British rock scene as an offshoot of the post-punk genre.  Names such as Robert Smith, Siouxsie & The Banshees and Nick Cave come immediately to mind when I think of that era.  From a stylistic viewpoint, Gothic fashion means Black Hair, Dark Eyeliner, Black Nails, piercings, pagan or other religious imagery, and period-style clothing.  Dark, eerie, mysterious, complex and exotic vibes. Piercings optional. When it came to exercising my creative muscles for this month’s theme, I decided I’d take …

The Fab 40s In Fringe

Watchers are claiming that the fringe is moving and shaking its way into becoming a fashion trend for Fall. I say it’s already there. That it’s been a firm fave since even before Spring. Have we forgotten the likes of Josephine Baker and the flapper girl? Hello. Stylemeisters, glamourettes and fashion enthusiasts alike have all been intrigued (read: besotted for some of us) by that decorative border or edging of hanging threads, cords, or strips (insert deep breath) for a while now. What is it about fringes which have captured our attention? Is it their fun, flirt factor? Or could it be that the way they move is a gloriously unapologetic dance of rebellion meets form and function? No matter that there is no discernible rhyme or reason to their appeal, fringe is fabulous, fringe is here to stay. Fringes slapped on clothes or accessories have the magic power of looking trendy, and in-your-face- without being gaudy and, most importantly in my books, versatile. With a shimmy and a shake, they can  go from music-festival-style …