for as long as i can remember, my mom would buy plain white sweatshirts for all of us every 4th of july weekend. she'd lay them out on the bench on our back deck along with a buffet of neon puff paint. as an artistic child, she may as well have set up a sugar buffet - that's how freaking much i loved this tradition.
then our entire family (+ extended family) would wear our awesome coordinating sweatshirts while watching fireworks from our boat on lake geneva. i miss those days.
...wish i still had those sweet garments. or some photos.