Molly Prince, 37, is wearing a striped sweater thrown loosely over her shoulders, a dark-blonde side-parted bob, and sensible white sneakers. Along with what appear to be half the women who live uptown and love a ruffled hem as much as the next girl, Prince has been waiting over an hour to get into the new Tuckernuck store — a well-appointed Wasp’s nest on the Upper East Side.

It’s just after 10 a.m. on Friday morning, and a line filled with women in Prince’s age and sartorial demographics — around 30 and up, dressed in Lilly Pulitzer shift dresses, Madewell denim, at least one Hill House nap dress, and perhaps every stripe pattern and frill configuration known to man — has formed down Madison Avenue and around the corner onto 83rd Street for the store’s opening day. Founded as an o

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