You love Michigan. Not in a quiet, respectable way, but in a full chested, hand on the mitten, point to your palm when someone asks where you live kind of way. This is love for a state that hits you with 70 degrees and sunshine on Tuesday, then dumps eight inches of lake effect snow on Thursday, and you still say "could be worse" while scraping your windshield with a gas station receipt.
It is love for coneys at 2am, cider and donuts in October, a cooler full of nothing but ice and optimism, making an illegal turn to make a legal one, and a car body quietly dissolving from road salt. You know the potholes by name. You keep flip flops and a parka in the same trunk. Big heart energy, zero apologies.
Soft, broken in feel from the jump, with a smooth print that will not crack after a few washes. Built comfy enough for a lake dock, a tailgate lot, or doing absolutely nothing all weekend.
