While my colleagues scour the internet for ’90s-era Versace prints and Tom Ford for Gucci jeans, I’m searching for Talbots. Yes, that Talbots. It requires more digging, sure, but the prices can’t be beat—a recent score was $56!—and that retro crimson T label takes me right back to my childhood.
My mom’s closet was filled with Talbots back in the day. When my twin sister, Liz, and I were born 30 years ago, she worked evenings at our local Talbots in Indianapolis while my dad juggled two babies (then three when our brother arrived 18 months later) and a stack