All posts tagged: over40style

The Fab 40s Make A Statement

Creating an impression. One that hits home.   I doubt I’d be distorting facts when I put forth that we’ve all done something to send a message at least once in our lives, if not countless times. Making a statement could be as rudimentary as wearing black lipstick to rebel against the powers that be, or something far more significant, more meaningful such as taking a stand against Trump.  Joining the #MeToo movement.  Going public with your sexual orientation.  Articulating an opinion about a topic near and dear to you.  Participating in a rally. In one way or another, we all make statements.  And, naturally, the way we dress is perhaps the most eloquent, versatile and personal weapon in our arsenal to send a message.  Fashion has the innate ability to influence politics, culture, life, and that is not an exaggerated claim. F A S H I O N I S A W E A P O N We outfit ourselves to match our views and beliefs about anything and everything pertinent, be it consciously …

What’s In A Name

Truly, I ask you. What’s in a name these days?   Cosmetic brands have been concocting all sorts of names for their lippies since the longest time ever. And it makes sense too given how saturated the landscape has become. Everyone appears to be releasing make-up lines from established players kicking out new collections, to names you’d typically associate with garments, not beauty, looking to cash in on a woman’s (neverending) pursuit of that perfect pout. It’s practically a new lippie a day. Actually, more. From a business perspective, it makes perfect sense. I’m as commitment phobic as the next woman when it comes to beauty purchases. Afterall, how many nude shades can one wear at any given time? And you can’t really be walking out of the house with smokey eyes every day because, you know, we crave variety. As such, most of us are hesitant to commit to palettes of colour but think nothing of forking out anything from $5 to $50 for what promises to prime and plump, and take us from …

Receiving Compliments

Err. Emm. Errr. Why can’t we accept compliments?   I’ve come to realise something recently.  Well, no, actually, it’s been pointed out to me by my husband in the past, and rather frequently too, but I simply never quite took stock of it.  Sorry, my love, for not listening to you, but you’re always so biased, in my favour, I don’t know when to believe what you say (I love you!!) So yes, that one thing I’ve developed awareness of?  That women are, basically, terrible when it comes to accepting compliments, and yes, I’m part of that statistic.  And this isn’t even a new phenomenon upon which we can blame, oh I don’t know, the current sexist administration?  I digress.  It would seem that the vast majority of my species feels uncomfortable in the face of unsolicited kudos.  We stutter and get all awkward, guilty even (dare I say).  And shuffle most uncomfortably towards the guaranteed death of said conversation. W H Y I S T H A T ? To determine if this was …

Desensitising

To free oneself from a phobia. Via gradual exposure to the thing that is feared.   Lately, I’ve been wrestling with how much to share on the blog.  And not for myself, actually, but for my family who may will be affected by the things I choose to reveal.  Even though this is my outlet to express myself fully, and let it all out, the fact of the matter is, I always worry how the things I write about might affect the people I love.  Because I know for a fact that my parents read my posts.  Eve (and her friends) read my posts.  And for those reasons, I do not fully disclose my thoughts nor do I talk about everything in my head. I wish I could though. Just let everything gush forth without a care in the world. I T W O U L D B E I M M E N S E L Y L I B E R A T I N G Does it come as a surprise to …

Self Reflection – Questions To Ask Yourself, Part 3

The capacity for self scrutiny. (Re)discovering purpose and essence.   At long last. My third and final part of a series that was inspired by what Chriselle published on New Year’s Eve.  My opening thoughts were shared here, the follow-up here, and today, as promised, I’m revealing my responses to concluding Questions 7 to 9. Honest. Raw. Zero filters. L E T’S G 0, B A B Y 7. Who has helped me, been influential, or impacted my life last year? This one is easy.  And fairly predictable.  I would say my husband, Pierluigi, and my daughter, Eve.  They are so different in personality but completely identical in being my champions, my number one fans.  And truthful ones at that.  Equally forthcoming with the bricks as well as the bouquets (albeit the former would be dished out in a delicate fashion to preserve my feelings, but dished out nonetheless). From every perspective be it professional or personal. Physical or emotional. I would wither away and die without them. 8. What am I really proud of? …

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Self Reflection – Questions To Ask Yourself, Part 2

Examining oneself. Mentally. Emotionally. Externally.   Second in a(n immensely prolonged) tri-part post series, this theme of looking inwardly as a means to dissect, review and discern is completely inspired by something Chriselle published on New Year’s Eve.  My opening thoughts were shared here, and today, as promised, I’m going to reveal Questions 4 to 6, and my responses thereto. I apologise for the crazy gap in between posts, but my work website is finally up!!  It only took working around the clock for 18 months GRIN it went live when I was away in Dallas for a tradeshow and, as you can imagine, there were countless things to debug. Kinks to unkink. As always, the words you’re going to read aren’t necessarily pretty and they’re most certainly neither glossed over nor sugar-coated.  I am nothing if not blunt and truthful when it comes to my thoughts, emotions, feelings, and I realise not everyone is on board with this approach (fact: 33 people unsubscribed from my blog when this post came online). That being said, …

Self Reflection – Questions To Ask Yourself, Part 1

Exercising introspection. Looking within to move ahead.   This post is a complete rip-off of something Chriselle did yesterday (and, as always in the spirit of full disclosure, I’d fully intended on completing mine on New Year’s Eve, but the best laid plans et al, necessitating that I break my responses to these questions into three parts).  I thought if she (with her insane schedule and justifiably glorified status as one of the most influential public figures in the industry today) could be honest and raw in that way, I could too, albeit across segments. Truthfully though, this was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to write.  I mean one could just rattle a few choice words and come up with a superficial response to every question, something pretty.  Certainly far and away from being authentic and genuine, and where’s the point in that, correct? SO HOLD ON, AND COME WITH ME FOR THE RIDE? 1. What were my best achievements in 2017? This completely stumped me.  I’ve sat in front of my …

Learning From Younger Bloggers

We can learn, you know. Learn from the PYT set, learn a lot.   Yes, I’m talking about them pretty young things who are half my age.  Now when I call you competitive here, I don’t mean malicious or vicious or mean (I love you, ladies!!!).  Quite the contrary, actually.  And it’s certainly not a sweeping statement meant to stereotype all females belonging to that age group.  To be clear, this post is specifically inspired by a group of young women I recently met in Dallas.  By their mannerisms and how they conducted themselves.  Indeed, it was my reaction to seeing how they behaved that spawned what you’re reading now. Melodramatic much, you say?  Perhaps. It was just the air with which they carried themselves. VERY AGGRESSIVE, VERY BOLD Each one determined to own their five seconds of fame. To be the most vocal (I’m referencing volume of speech, not quality thereof).  The most flamboyant peacock in the room.  I was easily the oldest in the summit (I accept this as the new norm) but …

5 Things You Don’t Know About Me

For the most part, I’m what you’d call an open book.   What you see is what you get with me.  Ish.  However, there are a few skeletons in my closet that I thought may be fun interesting to share with you today.  Come clean, you know, be real and all that. Some are hilarious, some not so much. HERE WE GO (1) I ran away from home at 16.  Yes, I did.  In my defense, it wasn’t planned.  It was my  birthday, and my then boyfriend wanted to take me out to dinner, something which my parents (well, more so my Dad) really didn’t like.  My Dad hated all my boyfriends with a passion, my Mum tolerated them.  Barely.  Anyway, in the hours leading up to when Jackie picked me up, we were yelling and fighting, mostly over the fact that he was 22 to my 16.  Statutory rape isn’t all that commonly thought of in Asia when I was growing up.  That doesn’t make it right, believe you me, I know, it’s merely …