All posts tagged: zara

Self Sabotage | Sheela Writes

Self Sabotage & A Link-Up

Yes, we do sabotage ourselves. And, often, without even realising it.   My husband insists I’m afraid of success.  I’m adamant he’s not making any sense.  I pour myself into every endeavour.  Heart.  Mind.  Soul.  And shoot for the stars.  For instance, when I was creating jewellery, I counted Courtney Love Cobain as well as The Veronicas and Kat Von D as regular clients. During those 15 odd years of being in the PR industry, I worked on campaigns for Panerai, Loewe, Anna Sui Cosmetics, Jaeger-LeCoultre, Poltrona Frau, Veuve Clicquot, Sally Hansen NY, Dr Scholl, Tag Heuer, Krug and Hugo Boss. So what was he talking about, I demanded, indignantly!! Yes, the man responded, but do you also remember when Bergdorf Goodman asked to see samples of your designs, and you freaked out to the point of not even responding?  Or that time when the email arrived from Bloomingdale’s, inviting you to come over and present your collection to their buyers?  You literally turned green and almost passed out, refusing to reply? Errr.  Right.  I’d …

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 Mainstream Predicament | Sheela Writes

The Mainstream Predicament

Go commercial? Or stay unapologetically me?   Remember when I talked about chronic self-exposure and that sea of clones which appears to be sweeping over every social media platform in sight?  Washing clear away, for the most part, what was once treasured and precious.  That crazy little thing called individuality? A RARE COMMODITY THESE DAYS At this point, I’ll just come clean and say confess something which most of us are more than likely already thinking.  ‘Fess up, now. That in as much as I profess a healthy dislike for how many are looking (ever so similar) on social media, I crave the numbers they’re pulling in.  I really, really do.  I envy them.  I want what they have in terms of their partnerships with brands.  The collaborations.  The fame.  Does that make me sound like a whiny bitch? Well, yes, but hey, I’m honest 🙂 Within that same post, I also wrote about bloggers and their styles.  How I’m seeing the same palette.  Identical outfits even sometimes.  I can fully appreciate why brands prefer …

Formally Speaking

Suits. Blazers. Jackets. Formal Wear. Formally Dressed.   For those who know me, I’d be the last person you’d associate with the stereotypical concept of formal dressing.  And I don’t blame you.  Think Sheela, think unconventional.  Unapologetic.  Flamboyant.  Formal attire (otherwise known in certain quarters as conservative wear) is the furthest thing to come to mind.  However, those who’ve known me since, say, the late 1990s, would beg to disagree.  The Sheela then worked at Ernst & Young.  As a Management Consultant who undertook feasibility studies for government departments and MNCs in, yes, 3-piece suits, pointy toe pumps, and spare pair of pantyhose in the bag. Always. #NOJUDGING Let’s press the forward button on our remotes, shall we, leaping towards the year 2000.  At a time when gimmicky titles reigned (head honcho, anyone?); refurbished shophouses were de rigueur; and, thanks to the dot com boom, when formal meant a collared tee and non ripped jeans.  Not a button-down.  Nor dress pants. CLEAN HAIR OPTIONAL Imagine how liberating that period was.  Which probably accounts for why …

Flower Power & A Link-Up

Summer of love, I see no clouds ahead.   There may not be orange Popsicles in this post.  Or lemonade.  And I can’t promise any hippie dippy action nor flowers in anyone’s head.  What I can promise is a new chapter of Project Sister Act.  That movement which encourages women of all ages (from teens all the way to 70s) to thumb their noses up as this nonsensical notion of “age-appropriate dressing“.  Speaking of which, just the other day, I read something which made my blood boil.  Here I am, preaching on repeat mode that style is ageless, that style does not discriminate, and there was this person, stating how glad she was that a certain elderly member of her family was dressing in an age appropriate fashion.  I was astounded. Like hello?? What does that even mean? White Peasant Blouse (Forever21) | Red & Black Floral Leggings (JC Penny) | Floral Mesh Booties & Red Sunnies (Poshmark) | Black & Gold Bucket Bag (Zara) What surprised me the most was how she herself projected …