I 👋 Washington, because the wave is the official state language. It is not hello. It is not goodbye. It is the Seattle Freeze in emoji form: a polite little flap of the hand that translates to "we should totally get coffee sometime" and then absolutely never happens. Nine months of drizzle will do that to a person.
Wear it and let everyone guess. Are you waving at the ferry? Waving off another 34 degree gray Tuesday in June? Waving at the Mariners bullpen as the season slips quietly into the Sound? Waving from the back of the I-5 parking lot somewhere near Tacoma? Yes. All of it. Throw in a nod to your barista, who already knows your order and your trauma.
Cut from soft, broken in fabric that feels like your favorite flannel's cooler cousin, with stitching that holds up through rain, hikes, and every layer you own. Comfortable enough to live in, tough enough to survive a full Washington winter.
