Really, I could’ve put this one first, but that seemed too predictable, so I refrained until now. The fact that I love flannel with all my heart probably doesn’t come as a surprise to most of you. I’m not ashamed to admit that the clothing store I support with most of my income is Urban Outfitters. And that’s probably because it has a wide variety of flannels year-round.
Back in the days of flannel inequality, it was characteristically only worn by lumberjacks and farmers. They were warm and cozy, so the comfy plaid shirts filled the dresser drawers of people who lived in log cabins and who cut down trees.
But in recent history, a couple obscure hipsters stormed the figurative flannel headquarters with their expensive cigarettes and oversized headphones and demanded flannel equality for everyone. Their success is evident in the many forms and personalities flannel now accommodates.
There’s a flannel for every season: nice pastel colors in the spring that you can wear to Easter brunch, light-weight shirts for the summer months, oranges and browns and a bit thicker for raking fall leaves, and thick, heavy shirts for the winter.
Know what I love? I love cozying up with a book in my house on my couch with a nice warm flannel and a pair of thick socks (don’t worry, I’ll have a post for those soon enough). I love wearing a light one with a pair of shorts in the summer. I love wearing matching flannel with The Super Fun Folk Time Band (guys, we need to get a new name), complete with acoustic instruments and matching bowties. I love wearing them open with a shirt that doesn’t match underneath. I love singing along at a Noah and the Whale concert with the plaid garment. And maybe I love wearing one with a leather jacket and a pair of skinny jeans with my earphones in. So what?
Ya’ll can jone all you want, but just try one on and tell me you don’t love it too. You can’t.
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