Look, the green heart isn't an accident. This is the Evergreen State, where the trees are always on, the moss has squatters rights on your fence, and roughly nine months a year the sky looks like an unwashed gym sock. You don't love Washington in spite of the drizzle. You love it because the drizzle keeps everyone else from moving here. Mostly.
Also, yes, green can mean a few things around here. Evergreens. Recycling bins you take weirdly seriously. The dispensary on the corner that has better lighting than your apartment. Whatever you're thinking of, it checks out. Add in the coffee intake that would alarm a cardiologist, a volcano casually hanging out on the horizon, and apples that ruin every other state's apples forever, and the heart writes itself.
Cut from a soft, broken in blend that holds its shape through ferry lines, trailheads, and extremely damp commutes. Durable stitching, comfy fit, and a print that won't flake off after a few washes, which is more than you can say for your rain jacket.
