i’m obsessed with flannel.
and anything with a checkered pattern.
and anything lumber-jack related.
don’t judge me.
here are some examples.
i also have some in red, blue, and pink. in retrospect i could have gotten a pile of them together and taken a picture. eh. hindsight.
here’s some photographic evidence of me stealing the flannel that lincoln got from his parents for xmas.
and most importantly, seven brides for seven brothers.
i’ve watched this movie a gazillion times and i can’t for the life of me remember whether the brothers are lumberjacks or not. but at one point in the movie i know they’re chopping wood. and that’s good enough for me. i guess it’s mainly about a bunch of brothers that can’t let any of their other brothers have a tiny bit of individuality.
but what i do know is that i would like to be a lumberjack for day. mainly for the flannel.
ok only for the flannel.
and only if i could get a blue ox named babe like paul bunyan.
but that won’t happen. i just have Chuck McCat. and he’s terrible with an ax.