I 🖤 Mississippi. Not the red heart. Not the cute pink one with sparkles. The black one, because loving this state is a full contact sport and you've got the mosquito scars to prove it.
This is for anyone who has sat in 98 degree heat at 97 percent humidity, sweating through a folding chair, eating fried catfish and hot tamales, watching their college football Saturday fall apart in the fourth quarter, and still said out loud, "man, I love it here." It's for people who defend the state to strangers who have never set foot in it, who know kudzu is slowly eating a barn somewhere, and who understand that sweet tea is less a drink and more a personality. The black heart isn't bitterness. It's devotion with a sense of humor about itself.
Soft, breathable fabric that holds up through wash after wash without going stiff or shrinking into a crop top. Comfortable enough for Gulf Coast afternoons and cold snaps that last eleven minutes.
