What I might be wearing given a little more incentive (and some semblance of fall weather to work with). . . . I’m surrounded by beauty. Glass jars, colorful palettes, perfume vials, and all that jazz (truly, the most exquisite, indulgent things you can imagine a girl having) and yet!—these days, I live in paper-thin vintage tees and sweats softened by one too many cycles in the (communal) washing machine. I’m so consumed with smelling good that clothes with a capital C have become an afterthought, and it so happens that I work from home anyway. This means that on the rare occasion when dressing up is in order, a ribs-up presentation is all I need to worry about. You’d be surprised by how little effort it takes to look camera-ready: a good hairbrush and defined brows, with the help of a blurry webcam, can make a T-shirt look less… T-shirt-y.) Make no mistake: I don’t miss going into an office or stressing over little outfits for dates, but I do feel nostalgic for the Sunday nights spent planning looks for the entire week—something I’ve done since elementary school. That feeling is intensified this time of year: autumnal attire remains…