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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 …

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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 …

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My Bubble & A Link-Up

Ignorance is bliss. Or am I living under a rock?   Just yesterday, I was talking to a friend about living the blogger life.  What that (purportedly) entailed and what it (realistically) didn’t.  We were throwing out names of high profiled people we both admired worshipped when I realised she’d mentioned two names, consecutively no less, completely foreign to me, and these ladies were supposedly in the upper echelons of the blogosphere.  So how was it that I had no idea of whom she spoke? CLUELESS, I WAS Which set me thinking.  I do that a lot.  Is ignorance truly bliss?  Or are we supposed to keep up with everything?  Be in the know.  Would it really  benefit us to stay in the loop?  Or are we truly better off shielded from an information overload?  The reason I’m bringing this up is evident when you sneak a peek at any social media platform.  Take Instagram.  A quick once over reveals a sea of clones.  From cups of artsy coffee, pretty ice cream cones, cute pets, …

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Formally Speaking

Suits. Blazers. Jackets. Formal Wear. Formally Dressed.   For those who know me, I’d be the last person you’d associate with the stereotypical concept of formal dressing.  And I don’t blame you.  Think Sheela, think unconventional.  Unapologetic.  Flamboyant.  Formal attire (otherwise known in certain quarters as conservative wear) is the furthest thing to come to mind.  However, those who’ve known me since, say, the late 1990s, would beg to disagree.  The Sheela then worked at Ernst & Young.  As a Management Consultant who undertook feasibility studies for government departments and MNCs in, yes, 3-piece suits, pointy toe pumps, and spare pair of pantyhose in the bag. Always. #NOJUDGING Let’s press the forward button on our remotes, shall we, leaping towards the year 2000.  At a time when gimmicky titles reigned (head honcho, anyone?); refurbished shophouses were de rigueur; and, thanks to the dot com boom, when formal meant a collared tee and non ripped jeans.  Not a button-down.  Nor dress pants. CLEAN HAIR OPTIONAL Imagine how liberating that period was.  Which probably accounts for why …

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, …

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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 …

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Playing With Prints

We keep repeating the mantra that fashion ought to be, above all, fun. And playful.  A true representation of our personalities. But too often I find myself hiding behind tried and tested formulas, sticking closely to what’s been proved instead of sticking my neck out, you know, exploring new territory. Does that tend to happen to you too? I have the greatest of admiration for those who flirt unabashedly with print and pattern, all perfectly put together in the name of go bold or go home.  Catherine puts together seemingly improbable combinations with a masterful hand.  Ann boldly goes where many of us dare not and does so with blatant joy. Sacramento Amate or, as she’s more popularly known, Mis Papelicos, attacks loud prints in even louder colours with gusto and electic chic. Also, I would be completely remiss if I failed to mention Kirsten and her knack for pairing graphic prints with strong colours to create striking outfits that make you wonder why you’d never thought of them yourself. And there’s Samantha, a newly …

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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 …

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My Week On Instagram

So it’s been quite the food-filled week with Father’s Day on the 21st as well as my husband taking me out for a lunch date on Friday. We try to do that every fortnight or so, give or take, more or less. In addition, we had yet another tropical storm alert, this time for Bill. And although no arks were ultimately needed, it made for a very wet and gloomy time. Here’s the calm before the storm. We all tried to enjoy the pool as much as possible leading up to Bill’s arrival. The Hibiscuses endured and prevailed. Alleluia. Because it was raining for the most part, we stayed indoors and I finally got around to opening my mountain of boxes/mail. This delightfully cheeky number is my Ipsy Glambag for May. Yes, May, and yes, my head is thus hung in shame. The weather cleared just in time for the weekend so we watched Inside Out in 3D. It wasn’t too shabby. For Father’s Day, we treated the man of the hour to crepes. Beautifully …

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Poker Face

Third time in a jumpsuit, I know, right? What were the odds of that happening? Coupled with the fact that these photos were taken so long ago, perhaps two months back?  But I completely forgot I had them stashed away until this morning. And I must admit, I was hunting around (rather desperately, might I add) for some unused outfit images when I found these, lurking tucked away in a corner folder of my Mac. Thank you, blogging gods. Remember that jumpsuit challenge for the Fab 40s?  Well, this was my first option. A sleek, black, strapless tube jumpsuit with smocked bodice. I was all set to parade it but somehow, the entire look just felt way too safe to be a Sheela ensemble so this was shelved for another day. Set aside until today. I went full tilt with the comfy vibe by adding on that blankety-soft plaid cardigan. I think the asymmetrical hemline and fringe trims save it from looking too PJ-esque.  I mean, I hope so. And those mile-high heels too. My …