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Location, Location, Location | Sheela Writes

Location, Location, Location

Where.  How. You know what they say.   Does it seem to you that these days, where one shoots appears to be of greater importance than what one actually shoots?  Or what one wears?  Am I the only one? SEEING SOMETHING THAT ISN’T EVEN THERE? I get it that backdrops can make or break an outfit post.  I really do.  That they can do influence the number of likes one garners.  And I completely understand how we all want to achieve some semblance of differentiation amidst the tidal wave of bloggers that seems to be doing naught but expand, increase, and grow in size. I’m all for a cool coloured wall. My contention is that a kickass backdrop should never be an excuse for us to “take it easy” when it comes to the clothes we’re wearing.  Why do I say that?  Well, I’ve seen some truly picturesque walls, incredibly arresting in how graphic they are, with their impact so terribly diluted due to quite possibly the most bland, mundane outfits ever.  As though the …

Integration

Merging of worlds. When two or four become one.   My starting words just formed the premise for a porn flick.  Sigh.  Completely unplanned, I swear.  These things just happen.  And no, I’m not thinking aloud.  At least I don’t think so. MOVING ON I’m an ardent fan of The Voice.  Wait, make that an unapologetic groupie.  A groupie who’s faithfully watched all but the first two seasons of this reality show (that’s not my fault though, The Voice wasn’t broadcasted in Borneo when I lived there) and who sadly watched Nick Hagelin go home last night.  I adore the guy but not for the reasons you might think.  True, he’s easy on the eye, multi-talented (ex pro ballet dancer, yo) and appears to be a genuinely nice person.  Besides, which woman doesn’t find a falsetto sexy on a shredded guy? But that’s not why I’m sorry to see him go. In the last few episodes, conversations with  Nick (albeit brief) have unveiled an unusually mature and insightful soul.  I’ve been consistently and pleasantly surprised …

Perfectly Flawed + A Link-Up

Perfectly Flawed + A Link-Up

We’re all perfectly flawed mortals In search of enlightenment.   That we are. We have dents.  We have bruises a-plenty.  There are chinks in our armour and cracks in our wall.  And I’m quite certain most of us have used up a lifetime’s worth of metaphorical band-aids trying to patch those cuts.  Yet whilst our flaws and imperfections are what make us, us, they don’t define us.  Neither do they determine the paths we choose.  The quote above?  I overheard it from an episode of Madam Secretary, and it struck such a chord with me.  So much that I thought I might share a little of my personal life choices, and how they’ve shaped me (for better or for worse). At the end of it, I hope you’ll come to see just how utterly flawed I am, and yet, still stitched held (if somewhat tenuously) together by nothing but the best and purest of intentions. PERFECTLY FLAWED MORTALS IN SEARCH OF ENLIGHTENMENT I grew up in a very strict environment.  Irrationally so because, at the …

You Spin Me | Sheela Writes

You Spin Me

Like a record, baby Right round, round, round   Who else loves disco?  I love disco.  Not necessarily the entire spectrum of disco music and disco style but certainly a bit here, a bit there.  I love me some Boney M, Bee Gees, Donna Summer, and who could forget that kickass of an anthem from Gloria Gaynor, I Will Survive. Appropriate much for a Monday post, yes? WHAT DOESN’T KILL YOU CAN ONLY MAKE YOU STRONGER Start-of-a-new-week-grind aside, I felt compelled to touch on the topic of disco not because this post focuses on that era but rather, because, to me, my shoes look like disco balls with heels. Or, from another angle, they could easily pass as shards of glass which may actually come across as being far edgier than disco balls.  Incidentally, this look is a perfect representation of how I put together an outfit, i.e., around my shoes.  It’s something which happens very frequently with me, and, I do fancy, not that rare an occurrence for many of us.  Come to think …

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 …

Leo, Meet Camo

Emboldened by my recent foray into the magical wonderland of colour and print, I tried something new today.   I paired two prints which, under normal non kaleidoscope-laced days, I would never ever have placed together within a 10 mile radius let alone allow them to cohabit within the same outfit.  I’m making reference to larger than life leopard patterns and the equally loud camouflage print.  Did I hear a gasp?  Or two?  I don’t blame you.  Not even in my wildest of sartorial dreams did I imagine this combination would work but here they are, making merry and rather nicely at that, I might add. Let’s talk about Leo first. This Cape was such a find.  An ultra rare find, I should say.  It’s authentic 1960s and came with original tags (somewhat faded because of age, oooh, chills) as well as a bag of extra buttons.  But those aren’t what make this piece such an amazing treasure. No, my friend.  What makes this cape a rarity is how it’s completely reversible.  One side being …

Going For Gatsby

What lies behind that enduring allure of Gatsby, I wonder? There’s glamour, there’s grace. Sad magic. Compassion, romance. Glitz a-plenty. When it comes to the book, is it as much for what it isn’t as for what it is?  For what it reveals about Mr Fitzgerald’s obsessions or for what it reveals about the period it was written?  Stripped down, there is a man who makes a fortune, buys a large house, and quickly becomes the darling of Long Island. And all this in the hopes of getting back the woman he loved (and lost) five years earlier, from her husband. There’s a vibe of doomed romanticism which echoes that of Romeo & Juliet, albeit with a jazzy interpretation. Regardless, Gatsby-ism has circled the cult loyalty circle time and again over the years, and across numerous cinematic reincarnations. It does seem odd that, all things considered (my fascination with the era, the flamboyance, the attitude), this would be my first foray into Gatsby-inspired fashion but it is. And I can’t thank Twice Lucky Resale Houston …

Sequins & Sneakers

Kicks. Sneakers. Chucks. Trainers. Tims. Limous. Whatever you call ‘em, the sneaker culture has completely conquered the world despite initial catty quips over palette and textural choices. Personally, I haven’t been all that enamoured of the sporty look. I’m more of a glam-is-more woman when it comes to anything I wear, from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. Even my gym outfits are colour co-ordinated with random sparkles and/or other forms of glitz. I”m a magpie and proud of it. Still, one of my style objectives for 2015 is to (actually) wear sneakers (put it out to the world here and here so I’m somewhat stuck between a rock and a pair of sneakers).  With the gauntlet thus thrown, what’s Sheela to do? I’m really loving this sassy fun number from the great DVF (available here), my very first blingy piece? It’s beaded all over with silvery thingies, allowing me to slowly edge into the shiny world of sequins, sequins, and more sequins – yet another must do on my …