All posts tagged: denim

Denim Dreams

Denim, Denim, Wherefore art thou?   Do you belong in the workplace? These days, that’d be an emphatic affirmative, I’m certain.  Regardless of the nature of what you do, and the environment of your workplace.  Be it on a daily basis or as part of Casual Friday attire, denim definitely has a place in your working wardrobe.  And isn’t that a lovely thing?  Yes, even for someone like me who discovered blue jeans very late in life (hey, I’m making up for lost time as we speak, case in point, this post). And so, when Debbie and I began chatting about working together (the last time, it was a trifecta of velvet goodness), we decided on good ole jeans. As is often the case, my mind immediately leapt to several points of irony. Once upon a time (4 years ago, to be precise), I posted an anti-denim project (with Ann) which, soon enough, paved the way for denim to be seen here but conservatively, i.e., heels.  That, in turn, opened the door for this sighting …

Of Umbrellas & Backseat Wiggling | Sheela Writes

Of Backseat Wiggling

I’m serious. Brollies. Wiggle Wiggle.   No matter how much you’ve prepped, you’re never completely ready for that first location shoot.  I don’t care how the populars make it appear smooth and effortless because it really isn’t.  There’s the issue of changing in the backseat of your car, with non tinted windows and peak hour traffic zooming by.  Forget about the gawking when you’re struggling with stubborn zippers and buttons that refuse to co-operate.  Privacy is non-existent.  Even if your oh so pretty polka dotted Moschino umbrella is opened to supposedly shield you.  And never mind the wolf-whistling when you realise all that sweating was for naught because your top is inside out #thestruggleisreal LOCATION SHOOTS AREN’T FOR THE FAINT OF HEART Nor for the weak of bladder. Of which I am guilty. Thus explains that look of concentration on my face in these photos.  I’m trying to sashay and strut whilst ignoring the people who were driving past and staring (some waved, some hooted, others made clucking sounds, what gives), and praying to any …

My Fight Song

Am I religious? No, not particularly.   Do I believe in miracles and the power of prayer?  That I do.  Wait.  A public proclamation of that nature does ring rather like the voice of a false prophet, doesn’t it?  Akin to a 21st century messiah but that’s not what we’re talking about today.  I’m here, neither to preach nor propagate words from any book of old.  I am, however, going to share what I did on Monday (which, incidentally, prevented me from publishing my regular post) and how I think it might change my life. I’ve talked about my weight issues here and here.  Since then, I’ve gained another 17lbs despite a strict, clean diet coupled with exercise.  No matter what I did, the weight just kept rising.  I couldn’t understand what was going on with my body.  I was doing all the right things.  Protein-centric diet.  Minimal to zero carbs.  No wheat.  No sugar.  Loads of greens.  Loads of exercising.  And still the scales showed that my weight was continuously on the up.  In the …

It’s A Blue World

Chambray. That means Denim too.   Can I tell you something?  No, it’s not (yet) another sordid broadcast secret, pinkie swear.  Here’s the thing.  Up until, hmmm, a year or two ago, I never ever EVER wore blue.  I promise I’m telling the truth.  I felt so utterly uncomfortable in that colour.  It made me uneasy, squeamish even, and I was convinced blue made me look as attractive as a dried-up, week-old coconut husk, like the ones you occasionally stumble upon whilst attempting a romantic sunset stroll along the beach. I’M SERIOUS. Blue just wasn’t for me. And don’t even get me started on denim. I’d have frightful flashbacks of lumberjack moments.  Or, worse still, farm hands back in Borneo who went for days with nary a shower nor a toothbrush.  We shan’t even dissect the topics of proper plumbing and sanitary toilet facilities, or the lack thereof.  I realise I’m exaggerating, bordering on hallucinating perhaps, but this fear is as real to me as yours are to you, my friend.  For whatever the reason, blue …

Choose To Dress Happy

I wear what makes me smile Puts a swing in my strut   As I get older, I realise I tend to be far more apologetic than I used to be.  What on earth do I mean, you ask?  Well, I often find myself guilty of being somewhat tremulous in the way I approach life and others, particularly those with whom I’m not so well acquainted.  As though I’m apologising for existing, even. I realise how at odds that sounds with the way I’m perceived.  How I look.  How I dress.  I also realise how idiotic I am to even remotely feel that way and that it’s utterly unfounded.  But then again, most concerns and fears veer on the side of irrational, and clearly, mine is no different. So I sat me down and gave myself a pep talk. I shall spare you the details but suffice to say, I emerged victorious. Ha.  But I do want to spend a little time talking about those things which matter.  Things which happen to all of us …

My Technicolour Dream Coat

It was a statement garment A coat of many colours   We all know the potent role colour plays in conveying emotions and thoughts.  In expressing our state of mind at that precise moment.  How strong a tool it can be to drive an opinion home.  But that’s not what this post is focusing on.  Ha.  Got you. D R E A M S That’s what we’re talking about today. For as long as I can remember, I have the most brilliantly coloured dreams.  A spectacular array of hues when it comes to nice ones but an absolute torture when I have nightmares.  Nothing quite like a visual relief to bring those monsters to live 3D action, eh. And I do tend to dream in colour.  Which makes me wonder, how many of us dream in colour, how many in B&W? Does everyone recall their dreams as being vivid with the intensity of a technicolour production?  Wherein the gamut of colours runs from Red to Pink (if pink is for real, of course), Blue to …

Bomb Diggity Denim Jacket

When it comes to denim, there are a few things we’ve come to expect.   Warm weather-appropriate cuts. Separates, dresses and accessories that are as appealing as they are comfortable, lightweight pieces ideal for layering in transitional temperatures. But that isn’t to say we don’t constantly crave (seek out, even) elements of newness, to stand apart within that world of chambray and blue. And that’s especially the case when it comes to denim jackets.  Anyone who says differently needs a schmack on their Pinocchio noses.  I’m just sayin’. It’s clear that to create a truly successful denim look, one has to be able to achieve a harmonious boy-meets-girl aesthetic.  Be it that the more tomboyish fabric (otherwise known as denim), gets a sweet update in terms of trims or cuts, or that ultra feminine silhouettes the likes of dresses and long skirts are fabricated from what’s traditionally-a-man-ish-fabric-called-denim. It’s all about a feminine tweak here and a bit of experimentation there.  Take for instance this bomber jacket.  It’s a 2-in-1 concoction.  The Grey flannel vest with …

Denim My Way

For those who’ve faithfully digested everything I’ve written since the early days, you’re aware that jeans hardly make an appearance on this blog. If ever.  I mean there was that occasion when Ann and I emulated the Man Repeller, making through 5 whole days with zero sighting of denim (yes, it was SO unbelievably hard) which, technically, reaffirms my lack of a relationship with denim. Oh oh and there’s that time when The Fab 40s strutted in individual interpretations of Marsala with Denim.  I chose the footwear route. So yes, Sheela isn’t much of a denim aficionado. Thankfully the global denim jeans market (which is projected to hit USD$65 billion by year’s end) is bursting at the seams with fans, ever ready and willing to don the blue, and with great panache too.   Don’t get me wrong. I do own jeans. One pair. Levis. Bootcut. Purchased in 2005. And while they do a wondrous job in making my 5 foot frame look a lot longer, leaner, taller, I’m simply not crazy over denim.  I …

The Fab 40s In Marsala & Denim

Project Sister Act has opened my eyes to so many things, not the least being to meet scores of fierce, independent women in their 40s.   When I started Project Sister Act, little did I know how many epic bloggers in their 40s were out there. Sharing their thoughts. Expressing their style. Having a blast making strides in the blogosphere. It’s quite evident how much the entire landscape has shifted and embraced an entire generation of women who don’t fall into the PYT category. Certainly, it makes sense. For sure, we have wrinkles, and more responsibilities, and bits which no longer defy gravity but typically, women in their 40s are comfortable in their own skins, calmer about the challenges they face. We are more confident, more aware of ourselves and what we will not put up with. Of course, we still don’t understand it all, but there is now an acceptance of how this whole life thing works. We are quicker to appreciate the most minute of things. Slower to linger in negative spaces, and …