Every autumn (and I'm going to call this "autumn" even though it's eighty degrees outside because Labor Day is about thirty seconds away), it appears that I establish a uniform.
I think it's just that every time September rolls around there's some "thing" - whether that's a pair of jeans, a sweater, a leather jacket, whatever - that I've been wanting to wear for months, and now that the weather's turning I can.
And so I do. Every day.