I 👋 New Mexico. Not "I love." Not "I hate." Just a wave. The universal gesture for "hey, see ya, good luck with all that." Because New Mexico is the state everyone drives through on the way to somewhere else, waving at the Breaking Bad billboards and the world's largest pistachio while doing 85 in a 75.
It's the vibe of the whole place, honestly. You wave goodbye to your sinuses in April when the wind turns the sky brown. You wave at the guy who asked if you want red or green and then judged you for saying Christmas. You wave at the Lobos, who are definitely going to break your heart again. Green chile stays, though. Green chile gets a handshake.
Cut generously so it drapes right instead of clinging, with a soft broken in feel from the first wear and stitching that survives the washing machine. Holds its shape and color through every dusty road trip and Frito pie incident you throw at it.
