Recently, a friend returned from a trip to Sweden spinning tall tales of the most epicly amazing, soft, thin, perfectly cut wolf t-shirt she had ever seen in her life, but had neglected to purchase. After some accidental super sleuthing, I deduced that this shirt is in fact from the store Grandpa in Stockholm. I also deduced that it was the shirt I have been waiting to own approximately my whole life.
Above is a photo of the shirt in its natural habitat, courtesy of Marion Rocks. Glorious. The only problem is, besides not having 96 bucks laying around the spend on a t-shirt, Grandpa doesn't ship to the US. This whole situation is just too heartbreaking to handle. We'll run together in dreams across the frozen tundra, wild and free, you and I.
