"I Light Blue Heart Maine" Long Sleeve Shirt

I 🩵 Maine, because by February your affection and your extremities are the exact same temperature: light blue. This is love with frost on it. The kind you develop after standing on a rocky coastline in a windbreaker, getting absolutely sandblasted by sea spray, and saying "gorgeous up here" through clenched teeth. It's the blue of wild berries in a pie, the blue of a tourist's lips who thought the water in July would be "refreshing," the blue of the sky on one of the eleven days a year with no clouds, black flies, or mud. We love this place the way you love a cold plunge: screaming, sincerely, and slightly numb. Also we will fight anyone who disrespects a buttered roll full of seafood. Soft enough to pass for pajamas, tough enough to survive a mud season and roughly nine hundred wash cycles. The fit works whether you're hauling traps at dawn or hauling yourself to the general store for coffee and a lottery scratcher.