My Mum is fond of telling the story of when I was a little girl. The one where all the other girls loved pretty dolls and I only ever wanted toy cars. And to climb trees. And to have terribly big adventures.
I still love cars (and now get to drive them- too fast probably) and I still lust after owning the highest of high tree house. One where I can pull the rope ladder up after me and leave the world behind (until I get hungry anyway).
And I'm wondering if this is where it all started, my love for things tough. The Parka rather than the Princess Coat. The Biker Boots as opposed to the Mary Janes. The Little Lacey Dress, yes, but worn with my Doc Martens.
For me there's nothing more appealing than a bit of girliness worn with big tough boy'ness. Which is probably why I love beyond measure these 'tough love' items from Young British Designers.
First up? The Tatum Boy Boots from Lama Peach. All scuffed and tough'ed and ridged and soft and laced. Brand new yet adored and abused already. I wear these with leggings and butter-cream frayed chiffon skirt and big black knit. Marvelous.
Then there's the Daisy Biker Jacket from those 'Hide Heroines' over at Swagga & Soul. This little jacket is genius. It has all of the essential visual Biker Jacket boy cues yet is shrunken of sleeve and length to emphasise your innate girliness. So cool whether worn with little dress or poker jeans and heels. It's that all powerful juxtaposition of male/female played out in leather this time.
And speaking of leather let's not forget the all-powerful Eudon Choi equestrian inspired cuff. There's definitely something S&M about this piece. Something about wrapping the delicate female wrist in a vice grip of finest leather.
Few male designers do the whole boy girl thing as well as J.W Anderson. His irreverent take on fashion leads to girls dressed as boys dressed as girls. This boy trouser suit couldn't fail to make a girl look more feminine.
And to top it all how about a big red messenger bag from Issi? Created from recycled butch fire hose used by macho firefighters in hours of need. Recycled into a glorious 'carry your life in it' bag with a vibrant silk volcano screen print within. Its size and beautiful functionality only serves to draw attention to your female form teetering behind it.
I never wanted to be a boy. Just to beg, borrow and steal boy stuff. And wear it. My way. My Mum still doesn't get it but I reckon by now she has learned to live with it.