Red heart is for places that need to brag. Iowa doesn't brag. Iowa gets a blue heart, because blue is loyal, blue is honest, and blue is exactly what the sky looks like at 6 a.m. in February when your car doors are frozen shut and you still show up to work on time.
This is love for a state that most people only experience at 75 mph on the interstate, muttering something about corn. Their loss. They'll never know the pork tenderloin that hangs off the bun like a satellite dish, the tailgates that start before sunrise on fall Saturdays, or the deeply spiritual act of waving at a pickup truck you've never seen before. Blue heart means we're not loud about it. We just mean it.
Built from soft, substantial fabric that holds its shape through wind chill, humidity, and roughly eleven seasons per calendar year. The kind of comfortable that makes it disappear from your closet and reappear on your roommate.
