All posts tagged: blush

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, …

Clarins On The Lips | Sheela Writes

Lipstick Love

I love lipsticks. But that’s no secret, right?   Last I counted, I’m the proud owner of approximately 317 lipsticks.  Yes, I heard your gasp, and it’s perfectly understandable.  That’s quite the exaggerated quantity for someone in possession of a mere single pair of lips, I know (and in my defense, there are others who have much much more).  But this is how it looks from where I’m standing.  Lipsticks are one of the most affordable accessories available, easily perceived as the finishing touch to an outfit. AND A WOMAN NEEDS HER OPTIONS. Brown Sugar by Avon.  Despite images currently shown on the web, I remember it as being a striking geisha red.  Rich and creamy with a satin finish.  And I also vividly recall that no matter how tired she was or simply dressed, my mother would never ever be seen in public without lipstick and that lipstick was a look-at-me-I’m-fabulous red.  That was such a beautiful childhood memory, don’t you think? When it comes to lipsticks, although my preference tends to slant towards …

My Guilty Pleasure | Sheela Writes

My Guilty Pleasure

I’ve something to tell you. A dirty little secret I simply must share.   I’m somewhat obsessed with watching the Kardashian/Jenner women in all their faux glory.  It’s a little known guilty pleasure of mine.  Their outbursts and fits of petulance.  The neverending stream of drama permeating their lives on a daily basis, albeit many of which are self-induced, that in turn lead to seemingly irrational acts. (Questionable) style choices.  Mostly that.  Specifically Kourtney (her clothes, her hair), Kylie (damn those elusive lip kits, they’re always sold out) and Kendall (she’s the only one, aside from Kourtney, who doesn’t walk around caked with make-up). Wait, does that make me a groupie? #dontjudge While we’re being honest here, I’ll confess I rather admire Kimmy Cakes.  I don’t quite like her as a person but I respect how she’s built this amazingly lucrative empire.  In fact, I never realised just how sharp she was until I started watching the show (it all began with Bruce becoming Caitlin, I couldn’t stay away).  Witnessing how she consistently repackaged herself/her …