Orange. Not red, not pink. Orange. Because loving this state means loving a landscape permanently decorated in traffic barrels, and we all know the two seasons here: winter and construction. That heart is the exact shade of the cone you swerved around for eight months on a highway that somehow still has a pothole big enough to swallow a mid size sedan.
It is also the color of a cheesy puff dust coating your fingers during a lake day, the glow of a sunset over big water that makes you forget you scraped your windshield in May, and the vibe of a person who says "ope" and points at their hand to show you where they live. This is affection with an asterisk, and that is the most honest kind.
Soft, broken in feel from the first wear, with a relaxed cut that works for errands, tailgates, or doing absolutely nothing. Durable stitching and print that survives the wash, so it will outlast the detour route you memorized.
