I have to admit that my comfort zone usually lies in the realm of all things ‘girlie’. Dresses, glitter, high heels, the prettier and more feminine, the better. I’ve found, however, that the older I get, the more drawn I become to clothing with some edge. Ripped jeans, leather jackets, motorcycle boots, they’ve all found their way into my wardrobe, and I get the feeling they’re slowly catching up in numbers to the tulle and sequins. But as long as pink leather jackets are a thing, I don’t feel like I’m completely conceding my girlish touch.