It is that time of year again. The leaves are falling - and girls everywhere - feel the need to buck the falling temperatures, in denial over their fading summer tans, and ready to conquer the end of Flip Flop Season (or No Socks Ballets Season) by, turning the shade of the aforementioned falling leaves.
Its Fall Fake Tan Season. And I'm falling big time for it. There is something pretty satisfying about waltzing out the door, bundled in the latest cashmere slash cashmerey-lamb-blend tunic dress, with the thick tights, the baggy long scarf, and a tan that quite frankly belongs either in San Tropez or San Moritz.
Somehow, it just makes the having to wear a big warm coat over your finest evening slink a little more bearable.
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