I’ve had this long, fluffy, woolly skirt for at least 16 years, because I know I bought it at Spitalfields Market when we still lived in London. It was love at first sight: I love the look and the feel of the fuzzy material, and the skirt itself is constructed in a unique and interesting way. And it has pockets!

Despite its awesomeness, I haven’t been wearing it more than a few times every winter. It’s warmer than I usually need when I’m in an office. And I’m also aware that its hairy look is rather eye-catching, and I don’t want to be “the crazy lady who wears a fuzzy blanket all the time”.

This is the winter the skirt has been waiting for. With the cold (–8°C) and the electricity prices (around 5 SEK/kWh) right now, the best thing to prevent both bankruptcy and freezing is to dress warmly in multiple layers of wool. And I’m working from home, so the only person seeing my hairy skirt all day is me.

Nysse seems to have feelings about this skirt as well. He never reacts to any of our clothing, except Ingrid’s shoelaces, which he likes to play with – and this skirt. I get the impression that he’s curious and maybe puzzled about it, and sometimes almost seems to think it’s alive, so he bats at its edges when I walk past him.