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 of work he brought home from the office. My mom’s closet was filled with Talbots back in the day.
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.
While my colleagues scour the internet for ’ 90s-era Versace prints and Tom Ford for Gucci jeans, I’m searching for Talbots.
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