It's officially fall. By process of elimination, it technically should qualify as my favorite season. Winter sucks balls, summer is too hot, spring causes horrible allergies... Yet this year I notice this feeling of dread as the temperature begins to drop and the day's get shorter. I feel as if summer ended too prematurely, and the fact that fall is upon us only reminds me of the dreary realization that winter is just around the corner. Suddenly, what should be my favorite season -the season with the best flavored coffees and cozy attire to match the perfect weather, not too hot or cold -becomes the bane of my existence. O.K. that was pretty dramatic. It's not that bad. But it also means that I need my new capsule wardrobe for the season.