"I'm On Fire for Indiana" Tee

Heart on fire. Not the polite little heart you text your aunt. The one that's fully engulfed, smoke alarm screaming, because that's the only accurate way to describe loving a state that people fly over without looking down. They think it's just corn and interstate. They don't know about the breaded pork tenderloin that hangs off the bun like it's escaping, the sugar cream pie that should be illegal, the hoops nailed to barns and garages in every zip code, the one weekend in May when the whole place smells like fuel and sunscreen. They don't know winter can show up in April and 85 degrees can show up the following Tuesday. We love it anyway. Aggressively. Combustibly. Soft, broken in from the first wear, and built with a mid weight feel that works whether you're grilling in July or layering up for a frozen parking lot. The print holds, the fit flatters, and the whole thing survives the washing machine like a champ.