"I Yellow Heart Arizona" Long Sleeve Shirt

Red hearts belong to places with four seasons. Out here the sun faded ours to yellow somewhere around day nineteen of triple digits, and honestly? Improvement. This is the color of the sky at 6 a.m. in July, the color of a road hazard sign, the color of a seasonal visitor's convertible doing 42 in the passing lane. It's love, but with the eyes half closed. It's for the folks who say "but it's a dry heat" and mean it, who treat storm season like must-see television, who shake out their boots for a scorpion without thinking twice, who consider a bacon wrapped hot dog buried in beans and mayo a completely normal Tuesday dinner. Arizona doesn't change its clocks. Why would it. Time is made up and so is shade. Built soft, already broken in the first time you put it on, with a print that holds its edges through wash after wash. Breathable enough for patio weather, warm enough for the four chilly nights January hands us.