"I'm On Fire for Michigan" Long Sleeve Shirt

"I'm On Fire for Michigan" Long Sleeve Shirt

Regular price $29.99 USD
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Size guide

Long Sleeve Shirt: Gildan 2400 Ultra Cotton Long Sleeve Tee. Measurements are of the garment laid flat, give or take 1 in.

Long Sleeve Shirt measurements in inches
SizeSMLXL2XL
Width1820222426
Length2829303132
Sleeve length2525.52626.527
Long Sleeve Shirt measurements in inches
SizeWidthLengthSleeve length
S182825
M202925.5
L223026
XL243126.5
2XL263227

How to measure

Width: lay the shirt flat and measure straight across the chest, armpit to armpit.

Length: from the highest point of the shoulder, next to the collar, down to the bottom hem.

Sleeve length: on long sleeves, from the shoulder seam to the cuff. "From center back" means from the middle of the back of the collar, over the shoulder, to the cuff.

Tip: measure a shirt you already like and compare it with the chart.

All sales are final. No returns or exchanges, so please check the size guide before you order.

Shipping

Free US shipping on orders of $90 or more. Below that, shipping is calculated at checkout.

Every item is printed to order. Orders are processed within 1 to 3 business days, and you get an email with tracking as soon as yours ships.

Shipping policy

Returns: all sales final

We do not accept returns or exchanges. That includes ordering the wrong size or color, or changing your mind, because every item is printed just for you.

If your item arrives damaged or misprinted, email info@emojistates.com within 14 days of delivery with a clear photo of the problem, and we will reprint it or refund you.

Refund policy

Heart on fire. Not the cute little pink one. The one that's actively combusting, because that's what loving Michigan does to a person. You hold up your hand, point at a knuckle, and explain your entire geography to strangers who did not ask. You've eaten a coney at 2am and called it a food group. You've worn shorts in forty degrees because "it's warming up." Your mood for six months of the year is decided entirely by whether a lake decided to dump on you. This is a state where you can hit a beach, a cherry orchard, and a pothole that files its own taxes in the same afternoon. Fall Saturdays turn grown adults into screaming lunatics, winter turns driveways into personal enemies, and somehow you keep choosing it. On purpose. Repeatedly. That's not a preference, that's a flame. Soft, broken in from the first wear, and built to survive a laundry cycle you definitely overloaded. The fit stays true, the print stays bold, and the whole thing just gets comfier the more you abuse it.
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