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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 …

Anatomy Of An Outfit

Sometimes, my posts revolve around the conceptualisation and birth of a look. At times, there’s absolutely no correlation between the two.  And then there are times whereby what you see me wearing and the words I’ve written to go along with it, are inextricably linked and yet the connection isn’t clear at first glance.  It’d be something visceral, appealing to deep inward feelings rather than to the intellect. This is such an instance, this post right here. Born and bred in Borneo (aka Kuching, the capital city of Sarawak), the only seasons we had were hot/dry and wet/dry, with the occasional flash flood.  My only experiences with calendar-based weather changes the likes of Autumn and Winter were through the pages of books.  Enter Enid Blyton (this woman, along with Agatha Christie as well as C S Lewis and Tolkien, have been my spirit soulmates where writing is concerned since day one) and her wonderful tales of faeries, far off lands and magical walks in enchanted woods. Through Ms Blyton’s prose, I “ambled along paths strewn …

Keeping It In Clutch Mode: A Giveaway

Once upon a time, clutches and I, we did not get along. There was no connection. No bond. No love. I found them cumbersome and restrictive. They found me far too straitlaced to do them justice and that was perfectly fine by me. I was used to have little shoulder bags that allowed me freedom and range of motion. Call it a byproduct of parenting, if you will. Then my man bought me my very first clutch and I fell head over heels in love. He couldn’t have picked a better first than this glorious piece from Zara (please forgive me for the poor quality of this picture, at the time I was still learning how to use my iPhone as a camera). It spoke to me on every possible level from colour to size to message, and remains a firm fave to this day 🙂 since then, I’ve amassed a few. Rebecca Minkoff (it’s autographed too, beneath the flap, I’m such a groupie) Leather, Sequins & Tassel (from ellebee206) Boohoo.com (this website is full …

Just Another Day

When I woke up this morning, I wasn’t certain if I was supposed to feel something different. It was, afterall, the second day of a brand new year. And, in truth, I felt precisely the same as I had 24, no, 48 hours before that. How different things were when I was a child. Then, the air was simply electric with excitement. Palpable, even. What changed? As is often the case with other sensory capabilities, have we become blasé with age? That said, I wasn’t quite in the mood for deep, philosophical thoughts. Nor did I feel at all inclined to pen a “serious” post. Instead, I thought it’d bode much better to kickstart 2015 with an outfit post 🙂 Such frivolity, you say. And why ever not? Oftentimes, lighthearted fun is the best gift we can give ourselves. Nothing deep. No requirement whatsoever of prolonged thought. Fashion is just that (or it ought to be). It’s not something you need to ponder and agonise over. It’s an outward manifestation of one’s personality and should …

Meeting Ms Minkoff

Ladies and gentlemen, it was Friday the 21st. The time? Just five minutes shy of 1pm. The scene was Neiman Marcus at the Galleria (my first time, incidentally) and the occasion? An informal meet-and-greet with the designer post her Fashion Houston 5 runway show. Yes, I was in the presence of the one and only Rebecca Minkoff. Did I mention I was starstruck? I know I told her, yes, I did. Rebecca was so gracious about it, patting my arm like a BFF and telling me there was absolutely no need for me to feel that way #girlcrush I recall my initial impression being WOW. Was she the designer or one of the models? My mistake could be easily forgiven given that Rebecca stands 5’9″ in bare soles. Later, I would discover that her dream had been to be a dancer, but height got in the way. That her I Love New York tee shirt skyrocketed when Jenna Elfman wore it on the Jay Leno show in 2001. And that she would spend the next …