I believe we all have it. A type of clothing you dream of. An item you see in a magazine or at your favourite shop. You just can't stop looking at it, wanting it; feeling the fabric or admire the cut.

At the same time you know that you're not going to feel comfortable in that silk skirt, that your face looks weird when wearing a blouse in that colour or that you most definitely will feel fat in those tight pants à la Audrey Hepburn.

Some of us have worked through this. We've suffered the frustration and anger, emerging on the other side with just a hint of sadness at no longer hoping that The Item will fit. We've moved on. Others have not. Year after year they keep on buying the same type of clothing that never leaves the wardrobe. It just keeps staring back at you everytime you open the door, causing serious stress.

My dream is long cardigans, mostly in white or grey. I dream of sitting in my sofa cuddled by a long white one, or casually throwing a lambswool (paired with a nice belt) on instead of a jacket - for a slow walk in the city with a chai latte in my hand. Or, why not a walk in the forest with its beautiful autumn colors? To me, a long cardigan speaks of femininity, softness and elegance, therefore being very appealing.

This is were I usually wake up, smell the coffee and realise that lambswool itches. A lot. In reality my bum looks huge in a white cardigan. And in the grey Stockholm winter that beautiful knitwear gets stuffed into jackets and coats, feeling lumpy and very uncomfortable. A long cardigan is not a great match to skirts and dresses, being either too long or too short. And of course I'm not very elegant sweating in one whilst rushing through town looking for the perfect boots...

Actually, I've finally quit long cardigans. I think... There is one at H&M: white, with a nice pattern, not lambswool. And it is rather cheap... I know that it's not going to work out between us, but yet I can't help looking at it every time I'm in the shop. Sweet songs about walking-in-forest and reading-book-in-sofa emerges from nowhere, and there I go again.

Do you have a dream outfit that in reality turned out to be a nightmare (or, in my case, a "knitmare")? That shiny discoesque top that looked so good on the rack? Thigh-high boots that in real life makes you look like Robin Hood (and not in a good way)? Or perhaps that supertight dress which fitted great on the model but makes you feel like a steak wrapped in plastic foil?

Alas, sometimes reality can be really, really boring!