All posts tagged: the world according to eve

All Grown Up

There are days when I eschew my natural instinct, and go for the adult version of Sheela.  It’s a rare occurrence but it happens. A truly brief post this will be, I’m a few hours shy of boarding that plane for New York City.  I’m scared and excited, anxious that I won’t be as well-dressed or stylish or skinny or, you know, as good as any of those experienced bloggers attending IFBCON ~ what if I get tongue-tied and become “that” one person nobody talks to???  ARRRGGGGHHHH I have to deal with my insecurities and my fears, and try to have as good a time as I possibly can 🙂 Love, SG p/s Outfit details ~ Harajuku top and Vintage Gold Tone Tie Necklace borrowed from Eve, Wool Pants with Leather/Buckle Cummerbund (thrifted), Vintage Gucci Doctor Bag (from my man last Valentine’s Day), Brass Spiked Cuffs (thrifted), and Suede Peep-Toe Heeled Ankle Boots with Ruffles (online)

My World On Instagram

What’s been happening this week on Instagram (follow me @sheelagoh). 1) Sunset, isn’t it amazing? 2) Strozzapreti Pasta, this was purchased in Venice and means, get this, Priest Chokers! 3) Carpet swatches (we’re decorating) 4) Scenes around the neighbourhood 4) My princess Eve 5) necklaces from The Rogue & The Wolf (red wolf, purple bison, black bison skull) 6) My soulmate (yes, he’s fast asleep) 7) More shoe porn ~ these Suede beauties are from Michael Antonio How’s your Friday shaping up? Love, SG

Friday, Funday, Posted On A Saturday ~ Sue Me

I laughed until I cried. Love, SG p/s I stole this from Eve

Pre-Thanksgiving Baking (aka The Tale Of Pilfered Cookies)

The scene pre-Thanksgiving. The raw ingredients. Yes, I have a red mixer. Yums. Picture perfect pastry poofs. Me want cookie. Where cookie go? YOU!!!! I’m making Chocolate Chip Cookies, or so I think.  I bake a batch, I leave them on the cooling rack, I come back with the second batch and baked sweeties are gone.  Perpetrator completely without remorse.  Incidentally, this happens four more times (one batch for each child and a fourth for the man).  I throw my hands up in the air in exasperation and bake no more.  For that day. Love, SG