Not a red heart. Not a black heart. A brown one, because that is the official color palette of this state: the gravy, the chili they insist on dumping over spaghetti, the slush piles that sit in parking lots until April, and the river that has seen things. If you know, you know, and you probably also know that the weather here does all four seasons in one Tuesday.
This is for the people who get roasted online daily, who have been turned into a punchline by teenagers on the internet, and who respond by cracking a beverage at a tailgate in 19 degree wind chill like it is nothing. It is love, it is just a slightly muddier, more seasoned love.
Soft enough to live in, with a fit that does not cling in weird places and stitching that holds up through laundry day after laundry day. The print stays sharp and the fabric stays comfy, whether you are grocery shopping, sitting in stadium traffic, or ignoring a group chat.
