All posts tagged: stylenotage

Apocalyptic Style

When it’s the end of the world, Would you fight or would you flee?   So when one thinks of the word, “Apocalypse“, images of destruction and bloody battles often come to mind.  Is it little wonder then that many of us, myself included, regularly miss that part wherein an apocalypse is also a revelation?  A discovery, and typically, of knowledge?  A vision of heavenly secrets which aims to make sense of earthly circumstances? For the purposes of this blog post though, I would hazard a safe bet that Shelbee meant for apocalypse to be a revelation about the end of the world. Doomsday, I’m guessing you could call it. G O O D V S E V I L A major confrontation between light and dark, destined to change the course of history. Depending on which belief system you subscribe to, some anticipate that post the apocalypse, the world will be shattered into particles and cease to exist while others predict that a brand new one will resurface anew and fertile. Whether you think …

Ho(e)! Ho(e)! Ho(e), Yo!!!

It’s a jolly, holly time. With Christmas around the corner.   I’ll make this short but to the point. I. Love. Christmas. I really really REALLY do. Especially growing up in Asia, my idea of Christmas was snow (but, of course), fireplace with flames a-crackling, being bundled up in scarves and beanies (with pom poms, no less), hot cocoa and eggnog, sleighs, reindeer, and jolly ole Saint Nick.  The reality was a smidge different.  No snow.  No logs burning or thick Winter clothing, and most definitely no posse of Santa’s helpers.  Still, the absence of those things did nothing to detract from Christmas being one of the most beautiful recollections of my childhood.  We didn’t have much, that’s for sure, but my parents worked so hard to give us incredible memories, and that’s what has stayed in me throughout all these years. That Christmas is truly so much more than presents. Or lush landscapes of picture perfect snow. Whilst my heart may go pitter patter pitter patter whenever I hear the sound of bells jingling …

Yeehaw, Y’All, Come See My Country & Western Look

Influencing the Influencer. What does that even mean?   Today, I want to talk about who influences the influencers. And if those influences we’re letting in are positive. Or not. Such a fabulously fascinating topic.  Here we are, going on about how much we care for our readers (some of whom we call friends) and, consequently, the due diligence we conduct upon every product and service showcased on our social media platforms.  And yet we ourselves often neglect to housekeep what (or who) influences us in turn. A U D I T W H O A N D W H A T S P E A K S T O U S What we allow into our ears.  Into our minds and hearts and spirits.  Choosing who (or what) has the authority to capture our attention and affect it.  Being selective about the people or the things which have the power to make us feel relevant. Of course, the fact that many most of us are surrounded by social media and the powerful imagery it …

Going Goth

Aka the “It’s Not You, It’s Me” post.  Once upon a time in Houston, Sheela got pissed with WordPress.  And the damn phone because it kept dinging with alerts.  Merrily.  Repeatedly.  All the damn time.  Driving her up the (proverbial) wall. And that isn’t even the crux of today’s post.  Just a wee digression of aggression.  I love a good pun, I love a bad one even more GRIN hello my friends, thank you for stopping by today.  I’m going off on a new look and feel (or rather, approach) to blogging.  It’s subtle though so I am wondering if you see it. This time last week, I was at FierceCon2018. Catherine’s baby.  A haven wherein women (and a few men) congregated to share and motivate.  To connect.  Inspire and be inspired.  To find a sister.  Or tribe.  Both. Give me a little time to gather my thoughts, and I will tell you ALL about it.  What I was privileged to hear.  The stories told by truly brave souls.  Things I’ve become aware of ever …