
A heavyweight brushed flannel in forest green and rust. Warm enough for a cabin you don't own, worn enough to have already survived one.
This flannel is dressed for weather you're not actually in, and it has made its peace with that. Heavyweight, brushed soft, forest green and rust. The uniform of someone who might split wood later, in the sense that anything might happen later.
It runs warm enough for a cabin you don't own and looks worn enough to have already survived one. Over a tee in October, under a jacket in January, handed across a fire to somebody cold in between. Some shirts are clothing. This one is a stance.