It was a mild Tuesday morning in mid-April when the sun came up at the Wooden Shoe Festival in Woodburn, Oregon. Dr Klomp slipped his wooden clogs on his wooden feet, coffee in wooden hand, and walked out of his wooden house into the phenomenal tulip fields. Dr Klomp froze mid stride and had a strange sensation as if time was stopping. The breeze dropped, he crooked his wooden eye towards his wooden watch on his wooden arm and he was right. Time had stopped. Unable to do anything except take in the incredible sunrise, tulips staring back at him for as far as his wooden eyes could see. Nineteen breaths later, his wooden watch started ticking again, he unfroze, and the breeze resumed its gentle touch. On Meeting Dr Klomp later that day, he recounted his strange happenings and the description of what he saw was interpreted into this shirt. The temptation to make a wooden shirt was great, however Silk is a lot nicer.