All posts tagged: forever21

In The Trenches | Sheela Writes

In The Trenches

Battling style banality occurs to me on a daily basis.   You’re perplexed?  What on earth is Sheela talking about?  Does the woman genuinely fight with her clothes?  Yes, I do.  Every single day.  I’ve won some, I’ve lost a few, and there’s the occasional amicable ceasefire truce too.  Less the imagery of carnage arises in your minds, I promise that this be a war of words and of thoughts, albeit murderous in nature.  My husband calls it my “fumigating with eyes” mood. THAT “IF LOOKS COULD KILL” MOOD Hahaha.  Sorry, I was just thinking that it’s a look members of my gender are probably more than familiar with. Back to debacles and battles.  Do you ever get the sensation that clothes give lip?  That they talk back, and act all sassy and brassy?  I’m not in the least bit joking.  In fact, I have the oddest impression that, given the chance, my brown top with the spiked elbow pads?  And those new B&W flatform creepers?  The tales they’d spill tell.  Let’s not even mention …

The Race & A Link-Up | Sheela Writes

The Race & A Link-Up

Life is no longer just a game, It’s a frenzied race to the finish line.   A neverending paper chase, if you will.  Humans on a perpetual hamster wheel.  In search of greener pastures.  Better horizons.  Light at the end of that tunnel.  Take your pick.  How much is enough?  When does the cup start to look half full?  Where do we draw the line between ambition and greed? Do you know? I CERTAINLY DON’T We hustle and we strive, and we put our noses close to the grindstone.  So close we forget to look up and around ever so often.  And I often wonder to what end.  Life has become such a rat race, a form of profound competition wherein we’re prone to (over)compensating our emotional losses with material achievements. We’ve become the modern definition of slaves.  A slave to our deadlines.  A slave to our goals.  To societal expectations.  Money.  To a certain lifestyle. And now, let me put it to you that the harsh reality of things means it requires far more …

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 …

Being Confident & A Link-Up | Sheela Writes

Being Confident + A Link-Up

What’s wrong with being confident? What’s wrong with being who you really are?   Nothing. Not a single thing. And if that opening line appears familiar, it’s Ms Lovato’s anthem (I love you, Demi).  If it isn’t yours yet, I urge you to give it a go listen. So, I was staring at my blank screen, seeking inspiration to craft the story behind this look.  That’s how it works actually, I look at the photographs, the location, the expressions on my face, something sparks a thought, a memory, and the writing begins.  As I was looking intensely at the laptop, I started humming the song.  Out of the blue.  Although, in my mind, I edited the lyrics a tad.  I hummed, “What’s the matter with being confident, a-haaa!“.  It runs in the family, in fact, this innate ability to revise words/names/songs, as my dad and my brother would attest.  Fact: my mother is very skilled in rebaptising people and renaming roads. I KID YOU NOT. Why the topic “confidence“, you ask? Well, as I said, …

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 …