Green heart, because Illinois isn't just a state, it's a mood: part shamrock, part corn, part river that somebody decided should be the color of a lime slushie once a year and nobody filed a complaint.
This is for the people who treat Italian beef dipped as a personality, who argue about whether pizza should require a fork and knife, and who have genuinely said "it's not that cold" while their eyelashes froze together. It's for flatland highway hypnosis, tollbooths that feel personal, and politicians who keep finding new and creative ways to end up on the news. You love it here. You're also a little jealous of anybody with mountains. Both can be true, and the green heart covers it.
Built from soft, substantial fabric that holds its shape through winters that refuse to end and summers that show up swinging. Roomy enough to layer, comfortable enough to live in, and durable enough to survive every single season this state throws at you.
