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Every Woman Out There & A Link-Up

You, Me, Her. All women everywhere.   Let me preface by giving credit where it’s due.  This post is completely inspired by what Catherine wrote about the competitive world of (younger) bloggers and how that “dog eat dog” spirit is, for the most part, absent from the community of over 40s (and above) bloggers.  What you’re about to read is my take on women, how I’ve seen women behave around and treat each other, and how we could potentially be.  This piece is in praise of every single female out there. I often hear “women are our own worst enemies” in terms of our culture.  I’m tired of that argument.  I think everyone is their own worst enemy, and I don’t think it’s about something women have specifically against each other.  I’ve been in close proximity with quite a few women in my life, both professionally and personally, and those experiences have (largely) left me optimistic, grateful, and humble.  Of course, this isn’t a fairy tale so yes, I’ve been screwed over by females in business …

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The Fab 40s Go Grunge

Stripped down, cool. Flipping the glamour narrative.   Anyone else recall Marc Jacob’s historic grunge collection in 1993 for Perry Ellis?  You know, the own which got him fired which, in turn, led to the conceptualisation and birth of Marc Jacobs, the brand we all know (and worship) today?  It was a ballsy move indeed.  Introducing a sartorial grammar so far removed from the excessive, maximalist life of debauchery of the time, that few understood any of the words uttered, let alone speak it.  A move filled with bravado, yes, and a significant one in the movement we now coin being “fashion mimicking the street“.  I’m fairly confident that concept is not new to most of us. For the next two decades, MJ’s radical grunge runway was emblematic of a collection-before-its-time, a raw, revolutionary response to what was a similarly raw decade. R E N E G A D E    D R E S S I N G The advent of youth culture (as grunge was called in those early days) arrived at the high …

A Week In My Life 2 & A Link-Up | Sheela Writes

A Week In My Life 2 & A Link-Up

Sharing a sneak (or two). The going-ons in this life of mine.   When I first talked about what’s been going on in my world, I really had no idea what to expect.  As in how you’d react, whether anyone would even bother to leave a comment because we all know I don’t precisely lead the most exciting and wild of lives.  I occasionally very seldom eat out thanks in part to health as well as fitness goals, which are the same reasons why I hardly, if ever, attend events.  It’s hard to when you can’t (a) drink anything except water (b) eat anything without asking a million questions on what’s inside, what it was cooked with, even spices used to marinate/flavour the damn thing (c) stand for long because your knees will swell and let’s face it, no one looks good hobbling on 5″ heels, no matter how killer their shoes may be. I was pleasantly surprised when that post received one of the highest number of comments.  Ever.  In my blog history.  Thank …

Unleash Your Fearlessness | Sheela Writes

Unleash Your Fearlessness

Let it loose. Let it shine bright.   Deep down, we know we’re wired for something bigger, something better.  We’re not afraid to break the rules.  We know that fearlessness extends far and beyond a job title, or a business, or (for that matter) any definition that isn’t our own. We have a passion, an idea, or a business which we were born to build. We are incredible. We are unstoppable. We are you, we are me, we are us. I am strong because I know my weaknesses. I am beautiful because I am aware of my flaws. I am fearless because I have faced my demons. I am a lover because I have felt hate. I can laugh because I have known sadness.   Imagine what the world would be like if all women lived fearlessly.  Imagine if we were empowered to do, to conquer, and to triumph over that which frightens us.  Imagine if we truly believed that success is about more than just building a profitable business, that it’s about building an …

Boy Oh Boy | Sheela Writes

Boy Oh Boy

Steal his style? Add some mannish flair to your closet?   We’ve all been accused of always wanting what we can’t have (no fibbing now), and that definitely extends to our wardrobe.  Or perhaps, to be more accurate, I should say it stems from our wardrobe?  And even though we own pretty, flirty pieces,  the occasional frou frou statement garment, and sassy numbers aplenty, there’s something about man-centric designs that simply calls to us, singularly and persistently, akin to the siren song of Black Friday sales. Despite conservative (read: archaic) mindsets, there is no loss of femininity when she wears something that belongs to him.  When a woman wears what is traditionally male garb, she converts the garment into something that’s entirely feminine.  And it is the very paradox which makes the entire affair ever so alluring.  After all, who can say what constitutes men’s wear and women’s wear?  Suppose that women are not borrowing apparel from men, but merely taking back something that was once theirs? NOW THAT’S FOOD FOR THOUGHT Navy Blue Vest …

The Fab 40s Go Preppy | Sheela Write

The Fab 40s Go Preppy

Penny loafers. Twinsets. Button-Downs.   I can easily trace my first encounter with the Sloane Ranger look when the late Princess Di entered my world.  It was 1980.  I was but a babe.  Borderline obsessed with royalty and fairy tale endings, with the fascinating world of style, beauty.  Completely intrigued by designers, and their sketches, how they derived inspiration, the process of putting together a collection.  Pinning, draping, the use of muslin, the importance of a signature house dress form. Not much has changed in the past 3 decades, I see. Sloane Rangers, yes.  Or Sloanies.  A recognisable tribe of yuppies that dressed in a manner that was well-bred, slightly above mainstream fashion, and a wee bit posh.  With a predilection for the countryside and, as such, their wardrobe contained reflected this somewhat (glamping, anyone?).  Favourite haunts include Sloane Square in Chelsea, London. It was this outfit in particular worn by Princess Di which has remained in my memory all these years.  The turtleneck.  Corduroy blazer.  Pinstriped pencil skirt.  Shiny, well-polished pumps.  To me, that …

Being Glam & A Link-Up | Sheela Writes

Being Glam & A Link-Up

What does glam mean? An over-the-top outfit perhaps?   Is it wearing sufficient make-up to rival that of a Kardashian?  Or some really well made undergarments that support, lift, and defy gravity?  I mean, really, what constitutes glam?  Looking all dolled up?  Or does it begin with feeling like you’re a million bucks? HAVE WE COME TO ASSOCIATE GLAMOUR WITH A PARTICULAR STYLE? As versus, you know, the impression of attraction (or fascination) that a carefully orchestrated appearance creates?  It could be a luxurious facade.  Or one exuding elegance.  Carefully orchestrated, with much thought and deliberation, to appear completely and utterly effortless.  Contrived nonchalance, if you like, carved to make an impression appear better than it actually is. Garments (thrifted) | Ruffled Collar (A Leap Of Style) (option) | Heels (Bakers) I would argue that it is both. Both the clothes we put on our bodies as well as how we feel.  The sequence of which comes first is, however, fluid.  Sometimes it’s a particular outfit which makes us stand a little taller, shoulders back, …

My Affair With Flowers | Sheela Writes

My Affair With Flowers

A little wink here. A coy glance over there.   So, yes, I’ve had an odd relationship with flowers.  Both from real-life as well as sartorial perspectives but start the post rolling, I’ll address the former first. When I was much younger, in my pursuit to completely strain against the rules of conventionality, I made a conscious decision to dislike anything society typically adores embraces.  Things such as twinsets (even dresses at one point), court shoes, jeans, pearls, and, yes, roses.  Particularly the red ones.  I pooh poohed them.  I tsk tsked them.  Then as my age increased, that streak of rebellion eased up a wee bit.  I decided twinsets weren’t all that bad so long as they veered on the side of hipster and preppy, collegiate even, as versus grannies, mothballs, and kerchiefs.  I began wearing (some) dresses.  Jeans too. I EVEN FOUND BLACK OR BLUE ROSES APPEALING Although, to this day, I still hate pearls.  And you’ll never catch me in a pair of court shoes. At this juncture, I feel compelled to …

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1 Shaggy Green Tunic, 5 Ways

Back and forth. A sartorial repartee.   Therein lies the essence of the Ping Pong Post project.  A series of the shuttling back and forth of selected items of clothing.  Accruing frequent flier miles like none other.  One same garment, crossing countless miles.  Travelling, in this instance, from Cornwall to Houston, then to Hong Kong, moving onwards to the Netherlands, then Scotland, before finally making its way back to that teeny little English island.  Brings new meaning to the phrase “mileage plus“, huh? This month, it was a shaggy green number courtesy of Anna.  A piece completely covered with wee, fine hairs, strategically congregated into sassy clusters of fringe.  Tunic, yes.  Dress, yes too, for those of us who veer on the vertically challenged side of things (raising hand). All fuzzy. And very feisty. And quite the jetsetter too. Now, when the shaggy piece arrived, I was completely at a loss.  Baffled.  Bewildered.  Flummoxed.  My mind was blank.  The kind of completely-void-of-ideas situation wherein you’re left feeling drained and desperate.  I kid you not.  I …

Karma Chameleon | Sheela Writes

Karma Chameleon

Super versatile pieces. Multitaskers of Herculean proportions.   A little while ago, I talked about pieces with versatile properties.  You know, those things which can be styled in a multitude of ways.  Take on different personas with each reincarnation.  Mainly this shirt dress.  I also asked if you’d be interested to witness its interchangeable properties.  And taking encouragement from your responses, I’ve since worn it twice more. In completely different styles. Here’s how I first wore it. In its original button-down form.  I was in a rush to get a post out, and didn’t even think how else I could’ve presented the piece.  Those of bits of red really helped to infuse some personality and spunk. And then the second time around. I wore it as a shirt. That occasion, I had a temporary spot of genius, choosing to wear it as you see.  Loosely tied around the waist as part of a 3-piece outfit.  I really liked this one.  The super cool graphic grid wall helped. Today, I’ll show you the third way I’m …