Some people complain that all I write about are blue shirts and randomly capitalize things. This has come to my attention through both the comments section and Twitter. But I don't care because I love western shirts. They will forever and always be a part of my artsy mom aesthetic. Artsy moms always have at least one beat up, broken in western shirt that they wear when they garden and throw pottery during the summer class they're enrolled in at the local community college. I want to be an artsy mom so bad. You know, just chillin', having my kids wear old Borrelli shirts backwards while they paint watercolors for our hard working, well-salaried spouse just because.
