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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 …

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, …

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 …