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SOS & A Link-Up

Peekaboo. I see you, world. Do you perhaps see me too?   As always, I’m in a hurry. A mad dash. January has seen very few posts from me, I  know. Few and far between. And whilst the reason for that is a good one, infrequent posting, as we are all fully aware, marks the beginning of a downward spiral for any blog.  Wouldn’t it be wondrous if cloning were an available (and affordable) option?  Imagine the myriad of things we could undertake.  Simultaneously.  And with great efficiency. What’s been transpiring, you ask? Well, I say “good” because I’ve been blessed to have connected with many new partners over the last few weeks, since before Christmas, actually.  Which, in turn, has led to numerous conversations and discussions and planning.  All heavenly, beautiful events that will help me grow as a writer and brand. And all of which have taken my time away from the main reason those partners chose to seek me out in the first instance. IRONIC, YES? How do they do it? Those …

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Christmas Memories, Continued

Christmas is neither time nor season, But rather, a state of mind.   Continuing on from my earlier recollection of Christmas memories in Borneo, there’s one big part of the entire Yuletide celebration that I’d like to share today. THE CRIB Which, in essence, means the nativity scene showing Joseph, Mary and baby Jesus, in the manger, surrounded by livestock, shepherds and the three Kings. Every year since I was maybe 8 or 9, my brother, Joseph, and I would decide on a theme, and then create all the figurines from scratch. We’d work with clay to shape and mould and create. Then the figurines would be laid out under the sun to dry, a process which could take up to several days for the clay to be fully hardened and sturdy. After that came the fun part, the painting. Each figurine would be painted based on the chosen theme. I don’t remember all of them but two have stuck in my mind. One year, we had an Oriental theme going, complete with trimmings fashioned …

Being Glam & A Link-Up | Sheela Writes

Being Glam & A Link-Up

What does glam mean? An over-the-top outfit perhaps?   Is it wearing sufficient make-up to rival that of a Kardashian?  Or some really well made undergarments that support, lift, and defy gravity?  I mean, really, what constitutes glam?  Looking all dolled up?  Or does it begin with feeling like you’re a million bucks? HAVE WE COME TO ASSOCIATE GLAMOUR WITH A PARTICULAR STYLE? As versus, you know, the impression of attraction (or fascination) that a carefully orchestrated appearance creates?  It could be a luxurious facade.  Or one exuding elegance.  Carefully orchestrated, with much thought and deliberation, to appear completely and utterly effortless.  Contrived nonchalance, if you like, carved to make an impression appear better than it actually is. Garments (thrifted) | Ruffled Collar (A Leap Of Style) (option) | Heels (Bakers) I would argue that it is both. Both the clothes we put on our bodies as well as how we feel.  The sequence of which comes first is, however, fluid.  Sometimes it’s a particular outfit which makes us stand a little taller, shoulders back, …

Old Habits Die Hard & A Link-Up | Sheela Writes

Old Habits Die Hard & A Link-Up

It’s that ole devil again. You know, the one called Doubt?   I don’t know about you, friend, but of late, I’ve feel as though my soul is under constant siege.  Assailed from all directions by those scheming deviants known as fear and self destruction.  Tell me I’m not the only one who goes through periods of ups and downs where my insecurities are concerned? Here I thought I was finally (FINALLY) letting go of the things which have been holding me back all these years.  Taking (tentative) steps forward.  Headed toward what was hopefully a better place.  Then, boom boom pow.  Out of nowhere, I find myself repeating old patterns, holding desperately clutching onto negative beliefs, letting the opinions and words of others derail my self worth. WORST, NOT TREATING MYSELF WITH LOVE OR RESPECT Dress, gifted (eShakti) (use code “sheelagoh” for 10% off your order) | Suede Heels (Ami Clubwear) | Purple Dior Sunnies, Embellished Black Leather Collar & Rings (thrifted) | Metallic Champagne Leather Cuff, gifted (Unearthed) Tell me that happens even …

High Heels & A Link-Up | Sheela Writes

High Heels & A Link-Up

Stilettos. Pumps.  Platforms.   I suppose it’s safe to say that I’m somewhat fond borderline obsessed with shoes.  Fondness equates 20, 30 pairs, and the absence of raised eyebrows when one picks up a pretty pair on display at the mall.  There is neither incoherent sputtering of utter disbelief from spouses nor unbearably loud wails of resistance from children at the sheer prospect of you trying on pair after pair after pair.  None of that. Obsessed, on the other hand, translates into a roomful of shoes with random sightings of stacked shoe boxes throughout the house.  Whereat, I propose, there may or may not be daily knocks on the door, signalling the arrival of yet another pair (or four) vis–à–vis the trusty postman.  An environment wherein the afflicted affected household suffers from a chronic condition known only as colour impairment (read: yes, darling, dark red and vermilion and cherry red and crimson and auburn and brick are all different shades of red, I’m not making it up). Well, I love heels.  I love wearing heels, and …

Show Some Skin & A Link-Up | Sheela Writes

Show Some Skin & A Link-Up

Just a little? Or is it too much?   An age old argument of what’s slutty, what’s classy.  An equally perennial debate of what is sexy, what isn’t.  In what scenario does a hint of cleavage hold the same level of allure as an entirely exposed bosom?  When is something deemed sexy, anyway?  And what experience (or traits) do any of us hold, that qualify as to hold dual roles of sartorial judge and jury? Personally, as an ardent fan of style, I’m fascinated by pop culture, by how it impacts upon life and style.  I’m certainly no expert but here’s what I’ve come to realise.  It’s the media which sets the standards of what’s sexy.  An arbitrary standard that, sadly, has caused many females (young and old) to believe that if you are not “hot” according to conventional standards (read:  Victoria Secret’s ridiculous round-up), then you’re neither interesting nor desirable. What rubbish. From where I’m standing, being sexy has nothing to do with the size of your breasts or the gap between your thighs …

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Growl Power & A Link-Up

Loud, proud. And in your face.   Animal prints have long been associated with a certain vibe, and I haven’t quite discerned why.  Is it because they’re so completely unapologetic?  That they harken to days when perceived as a symbol of status and wealth?  Or is it simply due to the infamy surrounding faux and real?  Which motivates people to pounce (and quickly) on the use of anything remotely resembling that distinctive pattern. I, for one, look at them as being the visual epitome of confidence. No matter the reason, there does appear to be certain preset opinions when it comes to this particular family of print as in who wears it, when it’s meant to be worn.  I remember my first.  It was a pair of cheetah print mules with the cheekiest pom pom trims, purchased in Takashimaya, Singapore.  I believe it was 1995 and I wore them when the sun was still shining, with a baby blue sleeveless tee dress.  I also recall, most vividly, that animal prints were confined to evening then, …

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Reinvention & A Link-Up

Necessity. Mother of invention.   So sayeth Plato. So too sayeth many a person in the public eye, apparently.  I’ve been giving this a fair amount of thought lately.  Contemplating on how the marketing wheels of the world churn on, never pausing let alone ceasing, and the downstream effect that has on those who are constantly seen.  Who make it their jobs to be seen.  And the importance (read: value) of constantly revamping oneself.  What’s that clichéd term again?  To look fresh and relevant. For the purposes of this post, I’ll be focusing on my peers.  Bloggers.  Content Editors.  Style/Digital Influencers.  Whatever the current trending phrase may be. I’ll be honest.  I can’t quite keep up these days (take that with a grain of salt, Sheela asks, with an impish grin). There are those who regularly change things up, albeit on a more modest scale, such as Neela and Keiko.  A snip here, a highlight there every few months.  Then, we have those who plunge knee-deep into massive changes.  Such as Jane, Sophia and Kirsten. …

Hey Gold Digger & A Link-Up | Sheela Writes

Hey Gold Digger & A Link-Up

Gold Digger? Or is it Goal Digger?   When a woman goes after her dreams, and achieves them, isn’t it odd annoying how often pundits claim it’s due to her Northward-bound hemlines or whom she slept with?  Or because her dad is so and so?  And why not her mum, for that matter?  Anything save for, oh I don’t know, the fact that she might actually have earned those accolades?  Because she’s intelligent?  Determined?  Deserving? Instead of a gold digger, shouldn’t she be called a goal digger instead? #WHYOHWHY Dress (Urbanog) | Gold Sequin Blazer,  Gold Polka Dot Socks & Gold Sunnies (Poshmark) | Helios Cuff (Cabi) | Wooden Rings (H&M) | Black & Gold Bucket Bag (Zara) In as much as things have changed, things haven’t really changed all that much.  Society still tends to favour the other gender (hint: it’s not us females) when it comes to peer recognition.  And frankly, I find that to be such a contradiction to the vast advancements we’ve made, as a race, in all other aspects of …

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Flower Power & A Link-Up

Summer of love, I see no clouds ahead.   There may not be orange Popsicles in this post.  Or lemonade.  And I can’t promise any hippie dippy action nor flowers in anyone’s head.  What I can promise is a new chapter of Project Sister Act.  That movement which encourages women of all ages (from teens all the way to 70s) to thumb their noses up as this nonsensical notion of “age-appropriate dressing“.  Speaking of which, just the other day, I read something which made my blood boil.  Here I am, preaching on repeat mode that style is ageless, that style does not discriminate, and there was this person, stating how glad she was that a certain elderly member of her family was dressing in an age appropriate fashion.  I was astounded. Like hello?? What does that even mean? White Peasant Blouse (Forever21) | Red & Black Floral Leggings (JC Penny) | Floral Mesh Booties & Red Sunnies (Poshmark) | Black & Gold Bucket Bag (Zara) What surprised me the most was how she herself projected …