#lopicatsuit

Hi Tumblr. Anna here.

I probably shouldn’t post these yet.

Which is, of course, exactly why I’m posting them.

Consider this a little preview from the next part of our Grey Monster story — and perhaps a message aimed at one particular professional knitter who is going to see this on her dashboard and know exactly what I’m doing.

Hi, Claudia. ❤️

Yes, darling. I put the Grey Monster on again.

Yes, I’m already sitting on the bed surrounded by all the other wool.

And yes, I know perfectly well what happens after this.

That is rather the point.

There is something wonderfully wicked about this moment because, technically, I am already completely dressed. Every part of me is inside that thick, double-layered grey Lopi catsuit. Hands, feet, body, head — all wrapped in that dense brushed wool I love so much.

To anyone sensible, this would be the finished outfit.

To Claudia?

This is Anna before dressing.

And that thought alone gives me butterflies.

Because sitting there inside all that warm grey wool, I can already imagine her looking over the piles around me and choosing what comes next.

Another balaclava?

A huge turtleneck?

One of those absurd scarves?

Several?

The dark sweater lying over there?

The cream one?

Or will she skip directly to the blankets and start making me disappear?

I have absolutely no idea.

Okay.

That is a lie.

I have several ideas.

And I like all of them.

The funny thing about the Grey Monster is how quickly my body gets used to it. The first few minutes are an explosion of sensation — brushed Lopi touching me absolutely everywhere, warmth building almost instantly, the close knit following every little movement.

And then something dangerous happens.

It starts feeling normal.

Two centimeters of wool around my entire body becomes normal.

My head sealed inside thick knit becomes normal.

Only seeing Claudia through two little openings becomes normal.

And as soon as it feels normal, my brain starts whispering:

More.

That is the addictive part.

I don’t want the sensation to stop.

I want it to deepen.

I want the Grey Monster pressed closer by the next sweater.

I want more wool around my neck and shoulders.

I want Claudia to build those ridiculous thick layers around my head until the world becomes small and soft and mostly consists of her eyes.

I want the weight of blankets added one by one until moving stops being important.

And judging by the expression Claudia gets whenever she sees me like this…

she wants exactly the same thing.

That’s our little problem.

My craving for more makes her want to add more.

Her excitement makes me want even more.

And somewhere in that loop, moderation quietly packs a suitcase and leaves Alaska.

These pictures are therefore not really portraits of a finished outfit.

They are photographs of anticipation.

That moment before Claudia begins.

The pause before the next layer.

The last little bit of freedom before somebody looks at the pile of wool surrounding me and thinks:

“Hmm. I can work with this.”

And I have another confession.

I love playing with the eye zippers.

Open, and I can sit there looking perfectly innocent.

Almost.

Closed, and suddenly everything becomes different.

The cabin vanishes.

The piles of wool vanish.

The camera vanishes.

There is just warmth, darkness, the soft pressure of knit around my face…

…and the knowledge that Claudia is still there.

That may be one of my favorite little switches in the whole suit.

One second I am looking at her.

zzzip.

The next second, I am waiting for her.

And Claudia knows exactly how much I enjoy that wait.

So yes, Tumblr.

A teaser.

For you.

But perhaps mostly for her.

Because I know Claudia is going to look through these pictures, notice all the sweaters, balaclavas, mittens and blankets lying around me, and start planning.

And I very much hope she does.

Take your time, darling.

Choose carefully.

I’m already zipped in.

I’m already warm.

And I’m not going anywhere.

🩶

— Anna

P.S. Claudia: if you’re wondering whether this is me deliberately trying to make you think about what you’re going to put on me next…

Yes.

Obviously.