Alright, real talk. West Virginia is an interesting place. Coal mine down the road, Bob Evans up the street, and everyone's either your cousin or knows your cousin. Small-town charm? Sure. Maddeningly insular, doused with a touch of existential melancholy? Definitely. Hence, this “I 😕 West Virginia” ensemble – a joyful jumble of love, confusion, and an odd sense of gloom, all in a comfy, cotton tee, sweater, or hoodie. Because when you LOVE where you’re from but also...you know...don’t...this is the gear for you.
Sport this bad boy in a dive bar down in Huntington, wear it to a family cookout, or hell, even to your best friend's wedding, because why the hell not? Lesser people might run for the hills, but not you. You wear that perplexed expression with pride and deep-rooted kinship – just like how you manage to navigate those windy-ass mountain roads without careening off a cliff.
Our gear is all crafted from 100% primo, let-your-nips-breathe cotton that could withstand a coal mine explosion (okay, not really, but you get the point). The emojified confusion is printed with high-definition, won't-wear-off-in-the-wash ink. They're the perfect heavy-duty yet comfortable shield against that unexplainable, omnipresent chill you feel when you cross over into Mountain Mama. Go on. Wear your West Virginia confusion on your sleeve...or chest...whatever.
