I 🤎 Oklahoma, and yes, the heart is brown, because that is the exact color of everything here by the end of a windy August afternoon. Dirt on your truck, dust in your teeth, a fine layer of grit on the porch furniture you just hosed off yesterday. It is also the color of chicken fried steak gravy, of burnt ends sweating in butcher paper, of the lake water you swam in anyway. This state does not do pretty. It does gritty, sunburnt, tornado siren at 2am, and somehow you keep loving it like a stray dog that bites.
Wear it to the state fair, to a college football Saturday tailgate, or to the gas station at 6am when the wind is already doing 40.
Cut from a soft, broken in blend that keeps its shape through wash after wash, with a print that stays sharp instead of cracking by week three. Comfortable enough for all day wear, sturdy enough for whatever the weather decides to pull.
