It's the time of the year that I hate the most (besides when "they" take my hour away) and it is time to say goodbye to the sundresses, shorts, tanks, capris, bathing suites and, perhaps most painful of all, the flip flops. If you live in the North, you know what I mean. If you are in the South, this is puzzling to you. Trust me, it's nothing you need to know about. It is the time of year when I start plotting my return to the South. And, believe you me, I will. In a few years, I am thinking. So, I spent the day saying adios to Lilly Pulitzer and other cute things. Depressing. Hello to turtlenecks, sweatshirts, fuzzy socks, sweaters and flannel pj's. I would like to say it's nice to see you, but I would totally be lying.