Blue heart, because by February your soul matches the color of your fingertips. This isn't the warm fuzzy heart people slap on beach states. This is the heart of someone who has scraped ice off the INSIDE of their windshield, who knows that "feels like" temperature is the only temperature that matters, and who has personally apologized to a snowbank for bumping into it.
Wear it for the eight weeks of glorious summer and the eleven months of character building that surround them. Wear it when your pro sports hopes get snuffed out in the most creative way possible for the fortieth straight year. Wear it while you eat something casserole adjacent out of a 9x13 pan and say "ope" to a door. It's love. It's just chilly love.
Soft, heavyweight fabric that holds its shape through every layering season, which here means all of them. Stitching that won't quit, a print that survives wash after wash, and a fit that works whether you're at the lake or scraping your car at 6am.
