“Be proud of what you do.” said a Swedish voice, in a room filled by thirty people. This time I was going to wear a garment that someone else wore for months, and I would make patches on my garments that were worn out or torn, and I would even never mind the huge bite that my cat left with its teeth on my sweater, and keep its story. And also, I would be proud of it! I was happy; the ‘poverty’ of my childhood has now become fashionable in Sweden’s streets: ‘Slow Fashion’.