Yes, that is a red heart, and yes, it is pointed directly at a state with eighteen miles of coastline, zero sales tax, and a wind chill that can legally be classified as a personal attack. This is love in its purest form: unhinged, seasonally abused, and fully committed. You pay no tax, you buy your booze at a rest stop on the highway like a civilized person, and you tell everyone from the state below you that they are, in fact, below you.
Wear it through mud season, black fly season, the four good weeks of summer, leaf peeper gridlock, and the six months where your driveway becomes a luge track. Love is a strong word. So is February. You said both anyway.
Built soft, built to last, and cut for actual humans instead of mannequins. The fabric stays cozy through wash after wash, the print refuses to crack or fade, and the fit works equally well at the diner, the trailhead, or your couch.
