I am looking forward to the fall.  My idyllic self loves to fantasize about how perfect fall will be.  Pumpkin spice lattes and chunky cable knit scarves with jeans and knee high boots.  In my head, this is how I look for three months straight: All the sudden it doesn’t matter how dirty my hair is or how many days in a row I’ve worn my favorite skinny jeans because baby it’s cold(ish) outside and I’ve got these boots to distract you from all that’s gone wrong. There will be nights by the outdoor fire pit with the kiddos drinking hot …