Last night’s Met Ball – My Thoughts..

Last night’s Met Ball Gala was as always, a celebrity-packed affair. Held at the Metropolitan ¬†Museum of Art, the guests certainly made quite an effort. Some, however, took the punk theme a little more literally than others..!

I think that those that stuck closest to the theme unfortunately didn’t quite pull off their respective looks, and possibly just lacked a bit of imagination.

Miley Cyrus and Madonna were definitely top of the list in this regard!

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Photo from justjared.com

What can I say? Miley looks like she has been waiting all her life to go to a punk party. The end result? She looks like a spoilt brat with a bad attitude.

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Photo from justjared.com

Madonna looks like, well – where do I start? Ok, first of all kudos to any 54-year-old stepping out in an outfit like this – that takes cojones..! ūüôā

 

Some of my favourite outfits had elements of punk, but kept their own personal and individual styles.

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Photo from justjared.com

Love the slick of lipstick on Rooney Mara – makes the whole outfit so much more edgy. And that dress – wonderful.

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Photo from justjared.com

I’m not usually a big fan of Kristen Stewart’s style, but this colour really works on her, and her androgynous look really helps her pull off this Stella McCartney jumpsuit.

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Photo from justjared.com

Emmy Rossum has managed to punk up this whole ensemble with fantastic smoky-eye make-up and a great braided up-do, showing off her fantastic bone-structure in the process. Predicting great things for this girl.

 

 

Next up: a few honourable mentions go to a few who looked amazing – even if they “forgot” that there was a theme…

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Photo from justjared.com

 

Emma Watson’s cut-out, cutaway black dress was just edgy enough, without going over the top. The simplicity of her hair and make-up ensured that she looked the essence of elegance.

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Photo from justjared.com

 

 

 

Zooey Deschanel  looked simply radiant. Veering away from her normally kooky look, this white one-shouldered design highlighted her pretty  features and great figure perfectly.

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Photo from justjared.com

Ashley Greene’s dress had a bit of a dress-up feel about it, but teamed with glossy locks, and incredibly slick make-up, it all just works quite well. The opulence of the gold-flake style waist really brings the dress bang up to date.

 

 

 

 

Last but certainly not least – her Honourable Fashionable Self – Sarah Jessica Parker once again quite certainly stole the show, and lets us all understand why she quite simply still remains a style icon years after SATC wrapped up.

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Photo from dailymail.com

Til next time folks,

Shar

XO

Little Irritants and Silver Linings..

You know sometimes when you have one of those days where nothing seems to go quite right?

Your alarm is a little more shrill than usual – You get out of bed slightly groggier than usual – Your hair just won’t cooperate into the style you want it to – Your coffee is a little cold – Some heavy-footed clod stands on your ballet flat-clad feet – The office is so chilly that your fingers have frozen, slowing down your typing –

You just know that the day is not going to go the way you want it to.

Just a day where it's over before it started, and all you want to do is crawl back under the duvet..
Just a day where it’s over before it started, and all you want to do is crawl back under the duvet..

But then, every now and then you get a silver lining, and the day takes a interrupted boomerang style turn to the day, and suddenly get much better.

For instance: Something in your eBay shop¬†finally sells – you find ‚ā¨2 in your pocket *that you didnt know you had* – you find out that something crappy that affects somebody you don’t particularly care for¬†(cruel, but hey) – somebody finally reads your blog (can I get a whoop, whoop!) – you finally complete a workout where you feel like you’re not part of the story that inspired¬†The Three Little Pigs¬†-AKA neither pigletty nor huffing and puffing – thanks fitness helpers

And there’s your silver lining. You realise that the inside-out socks in the morning are probably¬†not¬†going to prevent the world from turning, and the silly little foibles are, as Twitter likes to call it, simply #FirstWorldProblems …

And just like that – feeling much better.

Smilee SmileeeSmileeee

The Big Questions, and no Answers…

Due to various things that have been happening recently – details that shall, at some stage, become more clear – mainly to me ūüėČ – I have been re-assessing life paths lately.

Many thoughts and ideas
Many thoughts and ideas

What’s the plan?

What to do?

Where to go?

How to do it?

How to go about it?

These are pretty big questions at any age, but the longer you leave these questions, the harder it seems the answer is to find..! Or maybe it’s just more pressure attached to questions like this the older you are…

The Big Questions...
The Big Questions…

So it’s come down to a few sub-questions of my own:

What do you enjoy?

What do you like?

What do you love?

And still more questions…

Is this feasible? (aka are any quids to be made…)

How long would this take?

How and where do I start?

And most importantly – can I do it?

Well, as you can imagine – these questions inevitably got a big pause when I asked them of myself.

So for now, these questions will have to remain, posed in the air. Paused, with a big speech bubble and a gigantic question mark.

So in the meantime, as I ponder on the more serious questions, I like to distract myself with my great loves:

Fashion – have been spending possibly more time than I should on Polyvore – dreaming mostly…¬†My Polyvore Creations…

Music – have been obsessively listening to Emeli Sande – still not sick of that¬†amazing voice, music and lyrics… Her writing is so insightful and mature, it’s crazy to think that she is only 26. ¬†(Also on a¬†tangential¬†point – does she not have the nicest Scottish accent you have ever heard? )

The beautiful and insanely talented Emeli Sande
The beautiful and insanely talented Emeli Sande

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dance –¬†And I have been ridiculously jealous and gobsmacked in equal measures at this little girl‘s breakdancing – unbelievable talent… ¬†at age 6!!¬†¬†

and of course¬†my other half –¬†he is of course, a constant source of distraction..!

Hopefully I will have a few more answers before my next post..

Until then! ūüôā

S xo

Great New Ideas

Great new ideas flowing this evening…

I’d like to thank.. the PortHouse, the wine they served, and… the wine.

How is it that the creative side of the brain seems to work that much better with alcohol? Why is that? It’s just giving everyone an excuse to drink in the hopes of being more.. em… artistic… yes, that’s what we’ll say.

Anyhow, ideas flowing this evening.

Every now and then, we all *try* to have that conversation of what are we doing, where are we headed to, etc., etc.

This evening, the wine spurred this on a little more than usual.

So plans are afoot!

The blog has been resurrected.

Eventually. So perhaps yes, the word resurrection is perfectly apt!

Watch. this. space! *

*I promise this time around, blogs will actually follow….

Keep Calm, (Wo)Man Cooking…

Keep Calm, (Wo)Man Cooking...

So I’ve never claimed to be a domestic goddess.

I’m no Nigella.

Thankfully, my husband doesn’t have a sweet tooth, so baking is never something I have really ever had to master.

Problem being, that I am partial to a dessert or two.

So recently I decided to try it out again; my last foray into baking and dessert-making being back in school with some butterfly cakes – anyone remember those?

Butterfly Cakes
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Anyhow, I decided to start off slowly, and made a relatively inoffensive cheesecake.

It looked a little lumpy, and a little broken around the edges, but surprisingly (to me, and everyone else that tried) it tasted actually pretty good!

So it spurred me on to try a slightly more challenging recipe Рchocolate  fudge brownies.

Hardly rocket science by any means, but to a rusty baker like myself, you have to walk before you can jog right?

Anyhow, tried to keep it as simple as possible for myself – as I realised that I had no scales and no square baking tin to be found….

So butter and cocoa melting in one pan, I whisked eggs and sugar up.

When both were ready, I folded them in together, and sifted in some flour – and when I say sift, I mean I dumped in slowly, whilst frantically mixing. (Note to self, sieve would be easier next time.) There was no exactness to my method, as all measurements were pretty much guestimated…

Chocolate fudge brownie mixture
Mixing bowl..Chocolate fudge brownie mix - close upLooks a little lumpy, but had a quick taste- not bad!

Then due to not having  a square baking tin, I figured that this brioche pan would have to do.

Popped it into the oven to warm it up, and greased it with some of the finest butter – Kerrygold.

Another note to self, pastry brush would have made the greasing a little easier….

So in it all went.

Brioche Pan - not designed for brownies...
Brioche Pan – not designed for brownies…
Keep Calm, (Wo)Man Cooking...
Keep Calm, (Wo)Man Cooking…

So then with oven at 160, I just had to wait … and wait a bit more … and take a peek … and wait a bit more..

Nervously awaiting...!
Nervously awaiting…! ¬† ¬† ¬†¬†Chocolate brownie mix raising nicely..Chocolate brownie mix raising nicely..

And eventually, I couldn’t wait any longer.

I figured – what’s the worst that can happen? And immediately thought of both Dr. Pepper AND Murphy’s Law simultaneously..

But as it turned out – against all odds, it wasn’t so bad.

Letting it rest a little, while I decided how best to go about this..
Letting it rest a little, while I decided how best to go about this..

I knew that these were never going to be your typical square or rectangular “homecoming queen” style brownies, but I reckon they did ok… ūüôā

Chocolate fudge brownies (from a brioche pan!) with some delicious seasonal cherries.
Chocolate fudge brownies (from a brioche pan!) with some delicious seasonal cherries.
I heart my brownies... :)
I heart my brownies… ūüôā

Catch you another time…

Hopefully any other baking related posts won’t be quite so dramatic…. ūüėČ

Shar XO

Street Art or Graffitti?

On a recent trip to Greece for a wedding of two friends of ours, we spent an entire day wandering around the streets of Athens.

My husband lived in Athens for ten years, and as a result knows the city quite well, and would in many respects regard it as home.

Having been there myself several times, I too have come to love the city.

It’s hustle and bustle, the noisy comings and goings, the “ella malaka” to be heard everywhere over the sound of traffic – I had come to like this within an ancient city with so much to offer.

Leo and myself at the Acropolis in Athens back in 2010.

Our most recent trip both saddened and angered me.

I was sad to see this once proud city slipping to its knees, a shadow of its former self. The atmosphere in the city is tense – people who once walked with eyes firmly ahead, proud of their city and what it stood for, now walk with their heads down, eyes downcast on the ground. The city is much quieter than when I have been previously, everybody just seems to want to keep their head down and stay out of trouble. Yet there is a undertone in other parts of the city, where you feel a vague undercurrent of something much darker at work. People are angry, and a lot of that anger has materialised on walls, buildings, windows, billboards – any surface available – where the feelings of Athenians are expressed in the absence of any real presence of anybody listening to what they have to say.

Theodor Adorno said

The task of art today is to bring chaos into order.

If Adorno was right, then the artists of Athens will have to put in a good few extra hours.

My question is – does this freedom of expression help or hinder? Does a daube of paint expressing hatred of the police assist the people in getting on with their lives? Or is it simply inciting more bad feeling?

Some of the articulations are certainly beautiful, and created by genuine talent. Some messages however may be doing this city more harm than good.

I for one, hope that things will only get better for these wonderful, warm, funny and proud people, and certainly, sooner rather than later.

Shopping – the most dangerous addiction of all…

I love shopping.

I’ll be the first to admit it – I have a sinful amount of clothes sitting in my closet, in my drawers, on shelves, on the floor.

Yet for some reason, every time I’m in town, I still find myself shopping.

Sometimes browsing, sometimes just having a look Рbut always on the lookout for THAT elusive piece of clothing that will spin my whole wardrobe on its head, and change everything. I will then be that fashionista. I will finally feel like the glamourous persona I have always wanted to be.

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Quite the fashionista..ahem, or not. No amount of attitude was going to get me to pull this one off..!
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Me, ridiculously excited at Louis Vuitton store in Singapore.

This, of course, is absolute codswallop.¬†Codswallop is not a word I use lightly, or at all for that matter, as it’s a word that seems absolutely ridiculous to me, much like the mindset that we con ourselves into every time we traipse¬†around the high street.

That blazer is going to completely transform all my trousers/skirts/dresses/t-shirts/blouses

Doubtful, my dear – if it did, it would be a snip for ‚ā¨90, and sure, wouldn’t we all have one!

This all came to mind for me today, as I led my fashion-conscious-yet-challenged younger brother around the shops,¬†trying to dress him up to make the most of himself, whilst still trying to stay within his student budget. A tough job, but a cinch for a seasoned fashpert such as myself. As we walked around, I told him the old chestnuts of “don’t just buy those shoes just because they’re a bargain, because if you never wear them then they’re not such a bargain after all” and the other one: “decide what you’re looking for before you hit the shops”. In the meantime, I ended up buying two tops, a dress and a pair of trousers for myself. Which I did not need.

Where do we get this constant compulsion? Is it a female thing? Do the likes of Penneys, Matalan, Forever 21 actually know us better than we know ourselves? Is it the physical act of buying that gives us the adrenaline rush, or is that slinky top really the thing that keeps us going back?

The fact that I am probably subscribed to at least thirty fashion websites that send me daily updates on all of the bargains that I am missing probably isn’t helping any compulsions that may otherwise be content to lay dormant.

I really enjoyed myself today. Not because I went on a spree –¬†it was only a little one… –¬†but because I was helping¬†others buy for themselves.

Which reminds me – I should be on commission in Zara, for the amount of business I’ve accummulated for them at this stage.

Either way.

I will be starting a clearout this evening in my wardrobe.

Not a job that I relish – it’s one of my pet hates, and I feel so guilty every time for having let the state of it get so bad.

I will be rubbishing all that cannot be salvaged, donating what cannot be sold, and the small remainder shall go on eBay – one man’s rubbish is another man’s treasure and all that.

I shall also, forthwith*, be under a self-imposed clothes^ shopping ban.

I shall check and report any withdrawal symptoms – fever, shakes, etc.

Wish me luck.

Til next time, sayonara.

Shar XO

*For future reference, fancy words such as forthwith, show that I am at this moment, very determined to do as I say.

^ When I say clothes, I do have to remind myself that included in this ban are bags, shoes, accessories. Any loopholes and I’ll be back to square one.

Hello World!

Hope you’re doing well today.

I have finally bitten the proverbial bullet and gone and set one of these blog thingumys up, having procrastinated for quite a while now.

I can’t always promise that it will be pretty.

I may rave.

I may even rant on occasion.

But hopefully there will be a nugget of wisdom of some sort that will make it all worthwhile to read.

 

If you’re wondering about the current name of the blog – SharLonImeraj – it’s a blend of my husband’s (Leo) and my name – yes, we’re one of those sickeningly-in-love couples that people roll their eyes at.

There may also be quite a few photos of Leo posted on here, but don’t worry, he’s particularly easy on the eye..!

 

That’s all for now folks – short one today.

Was just a little note to say

Hello.

Hi.

Dia Dhuit.

G’Day.

Bonjour.

Yassas.

C’kemi.

Hola.

Guten Tag.

Ciao.

Namaste.

Konnichiwa.

 

Will check in very soon, and start updating you on various thoughts that travel through my head.

Until then..!

 

Shar XO