Green heart, because Iowa is basically one giant chlorophyll flex. Corn as far as the eye can see, soybeans doing their thing, and roughly nine months a year where the whole state looks like someone cranked the saturation slider all the way up. Other states get mountains. We get a horizon made entirely of produce, and honestly? It slaps.
Green also happens to be the color of envy, which is exactly what the coasts feel when they hear your mortgage payment. You've got pork tenderloins the size of a steering wheel, a gas station breakfast scene that goes criminally underrated, tailgates that start before sunrise, and sunsets over a field that look like a screensaver. Yeah, the wind in February tries to kill you. Worth it.
Cut from soft, breathable fabric that holds its shape through state fair season, bonfire season, and the forty degree swing that happens between lunch and dinner. Durable stitching, print that survives the wash, and a fit comfy enough to become your default outfit.
