Black heart, because loving Rhode Island is less a romance and more a hostage situation you've grown weirdly comfortable in. It's the smallest state in the country and somehow every drive takes 45 minutes because of a rotary that was designed by someone actively at war with the concept of merging. You've got potholes with their own zip codes, a bridge toll that feels personal, and a statewide agreement that anything past 20 minutes away is "basically Connecticut, I'm not going."
But you stay. You stay for the clam cakes, the coffee milk, the frozen lemonade on a 94 degree swamp day, and the one beach parking lot that fills up at 7:03 a.m. You stay because your family has been here for six generations and nobody ever explained why. That's not a crush. That's a black heart commitment.
Built from soft, substantial fabric that holds its shape wash after wash, with a print that won't crack and peel after one cycle. Comfortable enough for a beach day, a chowder run, or sitting in traffic you swear you'll beat next time.
