All posts tagged: style

Camopalooza & A Link-Up | Sheela Writes

Camopalooza & A Link-Up

An extravagant party. A shingding of great magnitude.   In urban speak, a palooza is a party (or celebration) of epic proportions.  Indulgent.  Exaggerated.  A particularly outstanding occasion, with fun and merry-making in abundance.  To be perfectly honest, I’m inclined to liken my past collaborations with Jodie (and Nancy and Charlotte) as well as Eve as being, well, just that.  Let me explain.  It’s been rather unexpected how we’ve clicked.  Or, I should say, how unexceptionally well we’ve gotten along, and how much I’ve personally learned from all four ladies. I’VE LEARNED QUITE A LOT Which, in the spirit of full disclosure, was not something I’d expected. Despite being a (not so hot) mess of insecurities, when it comes to clothes and styling them, I’ve always fancied myself as being there, you know, right alongside the upper echelon of stylemeisters.  That I knew what to wear, what not to wear, and how to wear it all.  Fashion has been such an enormous cornerstone of my life that I’d become comfortable.  No, complacent.  And, I now …

Camo & Leopard & Red, Oh My | Sheela Writes

Camo & Leopard & Red, Oh My

Shiny, happy colours. Camo meets brights in a face-off.   Today’s post shall be a smidge different from my norm, let me first pre-empt you.  Being rather pressed for time (I fear this will be somewhat on repeat mode from hereon since the new school year begins in just a scant few days), I will be focusing on clothes today.  Purely on clothes. LETTING PICTURES DO THE TALKING Which isn’t necessarily a bad deviation.  Afterall, variety can add spice to life, yes? Kickstarting our collaboration, Jodie and her bevy of beauties together with Eve and myself paraded our pastel pairings on Monday.  In this second part of the adventure, we show you how we wear camo with colour.  Bright, happy colours. Which, for me, automatically meant Red. I know not why but it did.  And on a more laidback, easy breezy note, you know?  An unbuttoned linen shirt with haphazard cuffs.  (Somewhat) intentionally dishevelled hair. A side knot which was equal parts functionality and frivolity.  When it comes to wearing maxi anything with non heeled …

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To disguise. Or as an act of concealment.   What is it with camouflage?  What is the fashion world’s fascination with that organised clutter of brown and green?  I mean, how camo can you go? QUITE A BIT, ACTUALLY But first, an ironic twist. Camo is all about blending in, true, but as a style choice, it’s a trend impossible to miss.  Let me put it to you this way.  Camo is a fashion disguise to be worn when you want to be seen.  When you want to make a lasting impression.  In a world increasingly populated by sartorial clones, novel use of an institutional print is what sets you apart. After all, there certainly is no better metaphor for the clothes we all put on every day, conceived and chosen to help us blend in to whatever personality or environment we choose, yes? Again, how camo can one go? Without appearing as though we’ve just walked off base? How do we make camo beautiful and romantic? The trick is to use camouflage as any …

Birds, Bees & A Link-Up | Sheela Writes

Birds, Bees & A Link-Up

People talk about it, Everywhere and all of the time.   What am I referring to?  Why, sex, of course.  A topic that is, in equal parts, as lambasted over all media channels as it is spoken in hushed, furtive tones. Yes, let’s talk about sex, baby. There’s a deviation from my usual blog post. ARE YOU INTRIGUED YET? So today, I want to talk about sex.  Now this is not an easy one, my friends.  I was brought up in an exceedingly conservative environment.  To understand just how “fuddy duddy” things were, during an English lesson with my mother, in response to the question of what the plural of “penny” was, I said “pennies“.  My mother blushed red as a beetroot, shushed me, blurting, “Don’t say that!!!” Honestly?  I had no idea what she meant.  A few years later, I (erroneously) thought it was because I’d made a grammatical mistake.  After all, the plural of penny is pence.  Many years on, I realised it was because my mother felt my pronunciation of “pennies” was …

Real Is Rare & A Link-Up | Sheela Writes

Real Is Rare & A Link-Up

Be yourself. How vague is that.   Be yourself – quite possibly the most commonly used phrase in the history of individualist-based advice.  Be yourself.  What does it even mean, to be yourself?  And is it really as easy as it sounds?  Oscar Wilde once said with his usual wit, “Be yourself; everyone else is already taken”. As humorous as this might seem, it’s a basic summation of the truth.  I mean, how could you possibly be yourself if (1) you don’t know who you are; and (2) you don’t accept yourself the way you are.  Agreed? Find yourself and define yourself on your terms. Let me (attempt to) do that.  Here and now. The first thing that comes to mind is I need to decipher what it is that I value.  Since that will help me piece together which attributes make me, me.  I suppose one way is to review choices I’ve made, and roads I’ve travelled.  The things I would do in a heartbeat, and things that I wouldn’t.  All of which have, …

Being Uncomfy & A Link-Up | Sheela Writes

Being Uncomfy & A Link-Up

People staring, Watching, and whispering.   Remember my very first session with a professional photographer, complete with big, floppy hat, and sunny side up?  Or that virgin foray into a location shoot (read: venturing far outside my comfort zone backyard) and surviving the ordeal of changing in the backseat of a car?  Well, that was in February, my friends, and how things have changed since. Do not misunderstand.  I remain immensely uncomfortable about striking a pose (or ten) in public.  Those sidelong glances and not too subtle looks still get to me.  And the tendency to flush blush will probably never ever completely disappear.  But that’s quite alright. I’ve gotten comfortable about feeling uncomfortable. DOES THAT MAKE SENSE? When we shot these, it was around 11am.  In the heart of Town & Country.  People were out and about.  Cars were a-plenty and foot traffic was beyond heavy.  There were passersby milling around us the entire time.  Staring.  Observing.  I even spied one guy who was taking a picture (or snap) of us taking pictures.  Seriously, …

I'm Such A Hypocrite | Sheela Writes

I’m Such A Hypocrite

I really am, you know. Possibly the world’s worse hypocrite.   I’d fully intended to write about a completely different topic today.  But here I am, sharing something very personal.  At the time of this post, my 17 year old daughter Eve is up at Yale attending a workshop.  I was thinking about her (the beginnings of empty nest syndrome, I know) and how much I missed her (I’ll probably need therapy when she goes away to university next year) when I remembered a very crucial turn in our relationship.  The moment I realised I was quite possibly the worst ever role model for her. I’LL EXPLAIN For reasons which only Eve has the right to divulge, she has been seeing a psychiatrist regularly for quite some time now.  I drive her.  We get there.  She goes to the back, where the office is.  I sit out front in the waiting area.  45 minutes later, she returns and we go home.  But a few months ago, something different happened.  This time, Eve emerges 5 minutes …

The Fab 40s Go (Mostly) All White | Sheela Writes

The Fab 40s Go (Mostly) All White

 Clean, crisp, chic. What does white say to you?   Across (almost) all cultures and communities, the colour white represents purity, innocence, light.  For many of us, it also symbolises the dawn of a new day.  A fresh start.  Be it from our own sins or the looming, long shadows of those of our fathers.  In these current times of fragility and uncertainty, it would seem only natural for us to harken back to white, to what it stands for. S T R E N G T H Loyalty. Honesty. All things good. Aren’t you as tired as I am to watch the most horrid, torrid happenings on the telly?  Tired and frustrated and sad and angry?  I’ve been told (by a therapist) that my emotions are quite expected under such circumstances.  That I shouldn’t be too hung up over feeling so helpless and trapped.  Apparently, the sensation of being powerless is rather the norm. Still, one can’t help but strain against the cords that bind, and that, my friends, is the honest to God …

How An Introvert Networks | Sheela Writes

How An Introvert Networks & A Link-Up

Not quite gregarious. Not really all that outgoing.   My name is Sheela and I am an introvert.  Before you brush off my confession, hear me out.  I find networking to be, at best, an exercise in trauma and torture.  More often than not, I’m the one in a roomful of strangers, standing around awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.  Like a trapped animal.  Or I cling to the one person I know.  All evening long.  Inevitably, I’d make a big show of checking my phone for “important” messages to avoid conversation.  And bond with my drink so no one comes over and talks to me. Does that sound like you?  Then you might just be an introvert, like me.  Which doesn’t bode all too well, honestly, since networking is billed as a top (if not the most important) skill to have in one’s professional arsenal.  So what’s a wallflower to do? The world generally prizes those who are social and outgoing.  Extroverts.  In such a culture, the quiet and contemplative, otherwise known as introverts, can have …

The Fab 40s Turn PM To AM | Sheela Writes

The Fab 40s Turn PM To AM

 Sequins for breakfast? Evening wear sees light of day?   Not too long ago, making a public appearance (during the day) wearing anything remotely bedazzled or sequinned would instantly have attracted upwardly inching eyebrows and scanning eyes. At the time, such an after-eight ensemble would do naught but telegraph the words, “walk of shame”, I’d wager.  Insert amused snort.  Not that we haven’t actually been there and done that (shhhh, we know who we are) but in this case, it’s merely an instance of attaining the highest levels of chicdom (ahem) by turning cocktail attire into daywear. Yes, there’s a certain sense of bravado in venturing into broad daylight in pieces that run the gamut from bugle-beaded chiffon to metallic brocades (work-from-home advocate judgments be damned). Both the ladies who lunch and launch are now doing so in plumes and paillettes, with nary a hint of shame, remorse, or awkwardness.  Tempered, even, with more than a touch of rebellion. AS IT SHOULD RIGHTLY BE Indeed, putting evening pieces into day mode is a somewhat mind-boggling adventure, …