Not a red heart. Not that desperate. A light blue heart, because loving Kansas is less of a passionate fling and more of a calm, slightly spaced out appreciation for a place where the sky takes up 80 percent of your field of vision and the horizon just keeps going like it forgot where to stop.
Light blue is the color of the sky right before the sirens go off, the color of the air at a high school football game in October, the color of your mood after your third helping of burnt ends at a backyard cookout where someone argues about basketball for two straight hours. It is affection without the drama. It is "yeah, the wind tried to kill me again today, and honestly? Still here."
Built from soft, substantial fabric that holds its shape through laundry day and lazy Sundays alike, with a print that stays sharp instead of cracking into abstract art. Comfortable enough for errands, airports, tailgates, and aggressively doing nothing.
