The truth is I love September dressing. Probably the most. The chill fractured by shafts of late summer sun invite some serious mixing up. You can layer. You can still get your pins out down the pub jacketed by your beer glow. It is the one time a year that you can wear your biggest, fattest scarf with sandals. And just to cushion the creativity, fashion Week is upon us, and magazines get seriously obese. My kinda month.