All posts tagged: shoedazzle

It’s Not Personal

Revelations. Filter-free thoughts.   In this day and age, we exist within an endless circus of self-exposure.  We exhibit our meals and our cute pets on social media for all the world to see.  We flaunt square insights into our private lives on Instagram with nary a second thought.  Has the need to be nakedly exposed for nothing but a mere modicum of fleeting fame turned into an implicit obsession?  Or, has the desire to wield the word “I” become such a zeitgeist that no longer does the spotlight focus on writing about oneself but rather, for oneself. CHRONIC SELF-EXPOSURE It would appear we spare no sepia filters for what we share. Which has me wary about something I’ve dissected at length in the past – oversharing.  When does sharing morph into, I’m loath to use this word, confessing? It’s all too easy for shared experiences to waver from being an intellectual reconstruction of past, personal encounters, to being, well, confessions (read: nakedly exposed).  No one enjoys feeling vulnerable.  And no one likes the inference …

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 …

Faux Real

Fur has always been a point of contention in the catty dramatic world of fashion.   Some view as fur as being luxurious,  a symbol of social status more often than not associated with glamour, the fast life and lavish spending.  Yet others reject it due to moral beliefs and perceived cruelty to animals (British fashion designer and outspoken animal rights activist Stella McCartney comes to mind). Did you know that in terms of apparel construction, there are so many additional considerations when working with fur?  For instance, one has to be extraordinarily careful about weight, bulk and line.  Or that a toile for a fur coat has to be cut far larger than for a silk one?  It’s about the meticulous reassembly of small strips to preserve the continuity of the fur stripe and other features of the piece, resulting in a fabric of fur as versus an jigsaw puzzle of pelts and bits. Whatever your viewpoint on fur, the fact remains that it’s very striking, and undeniably unforgettable. While I’m neither for nor …

Lazy Dressing

Yes, graphically speaking, I’m being corny. Must be something to do with what I’m wearing. Are you like me in that, when I don’t know what to wear (I’m clearly a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants person when it comes to clothes), I systemically pull out pieces in Black or Black and White?  For instance, you’ve seen the same top here, earlier in the year. And here too. Thankfully I had the sense to wear different shoes for this third showing. Clearly, there’s a pattern. Some call it a signature style. Others, safe (afterall, it’s hard to go wrong with Black. Or White. Or the two together).  Me? I call it as it is, and that’s lazy dressing. I kept the accessories all in the same palatte. It was just easier. Tell me, what do YOU do on lazy dressing days?  What are your go-to colours/pieces? Love, Sheela p/s photos by Eve pp/s top from Shasa, Skirt from Free People, clutch and booties from Shoedazzle Linking up with The Stylish Housewife, Trend Spin, Fresh Fashion Forum, Two Peas In …

Marvellous Marsala

Bold. Sensual. Decadent. Glamorous. Daring. Inviting. Carefree. Fun. Is Marsala truly all that?   Yes, and more. For me, it evokes a sensation of utter sensuality and femininity tempered with a hint of playfulness. The perfect hue of sexy. Throw in the the fact that finding a perfect maxi skirt is an ever daunting task for those of us who are somewhat vertically challenged. Therefore, when this piece loomed into my vision, I jumped. Added to cart and paid for it in under 20 seconds flat. There’s so much versatility in this piece, even if it’s Faux Leather, typically reserved for colder days. At the time these pictures were taken, it was still Winter and pairing that luscious waterfall of Marsala Leather Panels with a Knit Top from Kissue TX was serendipitous. With Spring finally here, I’m all for crisp shirts with oversized collars, or crop tops with a harness. Aaaah, Marsala, you’re so fine, you blow my mind. Have you indulged in the colour Marsala yet? Love, Sheela p/s all photos by Eve.

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 …

Of Pink, Plaid & Punk Chains

Dear Forever21, Lately, my every waking moment has been filled with thoughts of you.  Of the wondrous treasures that adorn your racks. I’m almost embarrassed (but not quite) to admit how many times your cash registers have rung for me over the past fortnight alone.  Or how they now know me by name at that specific F21 outlet.  Or that they text me when new stock in styles that appeal to me, arrive.   But how could I be blamed for an absolute lack of judgment in the face of such gloriousness? Surely, oh reader, you agree that resistance is absolutely futile under these circumstances? And that rational thought is, put simply, non existent? Shameless Sheela p/s Photos by Eve.  Slouchy Suede Boots from Shoedazzle.  Karla Deras Snakeskin Ring, Kate Spade Great Expectations Clutch and Chan Luu Liquid Metal Waterfall Necklace scored on Poshmark. pp/s And those, my friends, are the somewhat bloated bits of someone who’s just had knee surgery.  Trust me, they’re looking much better now 🙂