All posts tagged: style

It’s Bagel Time

Baked goodies. Breads. Donuts. Bagel Balls.   { before you proceed further, check back tomorrow for a new column I’m introducing } { okay, now go forth and read GRIN } One of the things I enjoy most about being a content producer is trying and testing new things.  Be they garments or cosmetics or skincare.  Whoever tells you that they don’t like love the perks of being a blogger or influencer is just lying through their teeth, I promise you.  It’s a glorious sensation being on the receiving end of things be they debuting or a golden oldie.  And whilst I don’t typically accept digestibles or foods, thanks to my numerous allergies, once in a (yummylicious) moon, I do.  When something incredibly unique or different pops up on the laptop screen and piques my interest. Like Bagel Balls. You heard me. B A G E L B A L L S Imagine the level of curiousity I experienced when I first heard from Bantam Bagels.  I was like, “What on earth is a Bagel …

The Fab 40s In Colours

A spectrum of refraction. An optical illusion of the best sort.   I’ll admit, I was stumped when I started writing this post.  What could I possibly talk about colours?  Save for the fact that they’re many and varied and evoke emotions in all?  And without sounding neither corny nor cliched?  I mean, there’s only that much one can wax lyrical over shade, hue, tone and tint. C H A L L E N G E D, I W A S But over the weekend, I attended my very first wedding on American soil (albeit it was a coming together of a Lebanese+Honduran female with an Italian+ Colombian male) and in the midst of oohing and aahing and gushing over how romantic and delicately passionate the chosen theme of creams, blushes and mint was, I thought perhaps I could share which colours triggered which emotions in me. Thus was the idea born. First up is the colour black.  It is of particular importance because of how it, simultaneously, symbolises confidence as well as a lack …

A Velvet Suit For Play & Other Things

Hello there, friends. I’m so glad you’ve returned.   Today’s post is going to be a short one, because I’m headed off to Dallas for a wedding and to see my boo (happy face, happy heart).  But I wanted to talk about something which has been bothering me for a while now. I know quite a few of you take your own photos, and an equally large number, hire photographers to do the job, myself belonging to that latter category.  And for those in the same camp as me, I want to know your thoughts about working with the same photographer, consistently and continuously. H O W D O Y O U F E E L A B O U T T H A T ? On one hand, it’s so much easier when you keep working with the same person. You learn each other’s quirks, what sort of poses and movements work (or more importantly, do not), and over time, a sense of ease sets in, shoots are fast, concise and efficient. Just like …

A Velvet Suit & A Peek Into My Life 4

Peekaboo, again, world. I’ve missed you ever so much.   Oh my goodness.  How long has it been?  Almost a full month since my last post.  Good lord.  I have been completely drowning under an ocean of work commitments, and finding myself in the pernicious position of needing to choose between sleep or blog when the sun goes down, and my cellphone stops ringing.  Or lighting up with text messages.  Thus far, clearly, I’ve chosen to try and catch some rest.  At the detriment of my writing, clearly. Although sleep hasn’t been particularly affectionate either, opting to abandon me as I became (even closer) bosom buddies with insomnia.  Fact: I’ve been plagued by the inability to sleep since 12, 13 years old but it’s become much worse with age.  Back then, I could grapple and get around 5 to 6 hours of sleeps most nights.  These days, it’s a vicious cycle.  I don’t sleep a wink for 3 to 4 nights (as in zero sleep) then pass out for the next 2, perhaps 3 nights, …

(How) The Fab 40 Ladies Stay Warm & Stylish

My New York moment. Immortalised and multiplied.   Isn’t it amazing how far one can come, and without even realising it? For those who are new to Sheela’s world, when I first began writing on this blog, my images were taken by my daughter, Eve, with my iPhone, and lord knows she did her level best but they were very different from the glossy numbers which currently dot the cyber pages of Sheela Writes.  Glossy, colourful photos of yours truly strutting and pouting (and occasionally also guffawing her head off), walking to the beat of my own drum on the streets of New York City. A far cry indeed, from those hasty shots snapped in between her finishing up homework and my preparing dinner, in (the comfort and safety of) my (oh so private) backyard.  My poor baby, a tough time I did give her. I L O V E Y O U, B O O ! ! ! So imagine how tickled pink I am, to present to you today, our second installment of …

Self Reflection – Questions To Ask Yourself, Part 3

The capacity for self scrutiny. (Re)discovering purpose and essence.   At long last. My third and final part of a series that was inspired by what Chriselle published on New Year’s Eve.  My opening thoughts were shared here, the follow-up here, and today, as promised, I’m revealing my responses to concluding Questions 7 to 9. Honest. Raw. Zero filters. L E T’S G 0, B A B Y 7. Who has helped me, been influential, or impacted my life last year? This one is easy.  And fairly predictable.  I would say my husband, Pierluigi, and my daughter, Eve.  They are so different in personality but completely identical in being my champions, my number one fans.  And truthful ones at that.  Equally forthcoming with the bricks as well as the bouquets (albeit the former would be dished out in a delicate fashion to preserve my feelings, but dished out nonetheless). From every perspective be it professional or personal. Physical or emotional. I would wither away and die without them. 8. What am I really proud of? …

The Fab 40s In Velvet

Smooth as butter. Plush as a king’s ransom.   Hurray, the Fab 40s are reunited. A N D I T F E E L S S O G O O D Remember when I talked about taking time out from collaborations and projects because they, well, draining and taking me away from my real love?  That is to write whatever my heart desires and not based on what a preset schedule dictated?  That was last May and since then, whilst I appreciate the freedom to express myself in whichever directi0n my soul felt so inclined, I’ve also come to appreciate (and miss) the structure of a pre-determined timeline.  I’ve felt somewhat utterly lost like a ship sans its rudder.  There was nothing to nudge kick my ass into gear and put my thoughts onto posts. But above all. I’ve missed Jennie and Annie and Mary.  And Veronica (get well soon, babe).  Also Diane and Sam even if they are no longer part of this collaboration, they’re still my friends in their 40s who remain oh …

Sheela Writes | Self Reflection - Questions To Ask Yourself, Part 2

Self Reflection – Questions To Ask Yourself, Part 2

Examining oneself. Mentally. Emotionally. Externally.   Second in a(n immensely prolonged) tri-part post series, this theme of looking inwardly as a means to dissect, review and discern is completely inspired by something Chriselle published on New Year’s Eve.  My opening thoughts were shared here, and today, as promised, I’m going to reveal Questions 4 to 6, and my responses thereto. I apologise for the crazy gap in between posts, but my work website is finally up!!  It only took working around the clock for 18 months GRIN it went live when I was away in Dallas for a tradeshow and, as you can imagine, there were countless things to debug. Kinks to unkink. As always, the words you’re going to read aren’t necessarily pretty and they’re most certainly neither glossed over nor sugar-coated.  I am nothing if not blunt and truthful when it comes to my thoughts, emotions, feelings, and I realise not everyone is on board with this approach (fact: 33 people unsubscribed from my blog when this post came online). That being said, …

Self Reflection – Questions To Ask Yourself, Part 1

Exercising introspection. Looking within to move ahead.   This post is a complete rip-off of something Chriselle did yesterday (and, as always in the spirit of full disclosure, I’d fully intended on completing mine on New Year’s Eve, but the best laid plans et al, necessitating that I break my responses to these questions into three parts).  I thought if she (with her insane schedule and justifiably glorified status as one of the most influential public figures in the industry today) could be honest and raw in that way, I could too, albeit across segments. Truthfully though, this was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to write.  I mean one could just rattle a few choice words and come up with a superficial response to every question, something pretty.  Certainly far and away from being authentic and genuine, and where’s the point in that, correct? SO HOLD ON, AND COME WITH ME FOR THE RIDE? 1. What were my best achievements in 2017? This completely stumped me.  I’ve sat in front of my …

Learning From Younger Bloggers

We can learn, you know. Learn from the PYT set, learn a lot.   Yes, I’m talking about them pretty young things who are half my age.  Now when I call you competitive here, I don’t mean malicious or vicious or mean (I love you, ladies!!!).  Quite the contrary, actually.  And it’s certainly not a sweeping statement meant to stereotype all females belonging to that age group.  To be clear, this post is specifically inspired by a group of young women I recently met in Dallas.  By their mannerisms and how they conducted themselves.  Indeed, it was my reaction to seeing how they behaved that spawned what you’re reading now. Melodramatic much, you say?  Perhaps. It was just the air with which they carried themselves. VERY AGGRESSIVE, VERY BOLD Each one determined to own their five seconds of fame. To be the most vocal (I’m referencing volume of speech, not quality thereof).  The most flamboyant peacock in the room.  I was easily the oldest in the summit (I accept this as the new norm) but …