Not a red heart. Not love. A light blue heart, which is the universal symbol for "we're cool, I guess." That's Illinois in a nutshell: a state you don't passionately adore so much as tolerate with a weird amount of loyalty. The wind tries to remove your face from November through March, construction barrels are the official state flower, and the toll roads charge you rent just to leave. And yet here you are, still paying property taxes and arguing about whether the pizza should be a casserole or a cracker cut into little squares.
This is the shirt for people who complain about the place constantly but will absolutely fight an out of state tourist who says the same thing. Platonic affection, flat terrain, strong opinions about hot dog condiments.
Cut from a soft, broken in blend that holds its shape through lake wind, road trips, and ninety percent humidity in a corn field. Breathable, durable stitching, and a print that survives the laundry pile like a champ.
