We didn’t walk into J.Crew in 1987. We waited for it. It arrived in the mailbox—on paper soft as magazine pages, smelling faintly like ink and possibility. A catalogue. Not glossy, not flashy. Just pages of wool coats, chinos, barn jackets, roll-neck sweaters… and something else I couldn’t yet put words to. I was young, but I knew: this was how grown-up women dressed in America. LTKSeasonal LTKCyberWeek LTKGiftGuide
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