Name a former possession of yours you still haven't gotten over?

[OneUmberJoker]

My first ever mobile phone

A claddagh ring my mother bought me when I was a child. As a 20 year old it only fitted on my little finger. I lost it in the sea on holiday. Still sad over it 26 years later.

An old black and white portable television. It was my Nana's and I took it to uni with me (early 90s). I leant it to a friend, who leant it to a friend, and I never saw it again.

All my old magazines and comics (decluttered by my mother!)

Oh yes, and another thing. Back when French Connection was a quality shop I used to spend some my student loan on a pair of their trousers every year. They were so nice that I even dry cleaned them. They were my “dressy” trousers. Anyway, I went for one drink after work with a friend after picking them up from the dry cleaners, ended up getting hammered and left my trousers in the pub. When I called to collect them the next day some fucker had nicked them. They cost £70! Which is expensive now for a pair of trousers but back in 99 that was astronomical! 😂😩

Noooo, don't open that can of worms again, woman!

Junior school still owe me a sheep soft toy. I leant it to them for the nativity and it went ‘missing’. It’s about 35yrs ago but still pisses me off when I think about it.

My mum lost my grandma’s beautiful engraved 100 year old wedding ring. I’ve only recently been told it’s been missing for years and I’m annoyed about it as it would fit me (it’s a tiny size I and my mum was an L so she used to cram it onto her little finger which is why it got lost).

Pink rabbit - he was a gift from my Mum's colleagues at work and absolutely gorgorous. One of his eye's fell off when I was about 8. Mum threw him away - didn't tell me, just he wasn't there one day and when I asked she was so offhand. I loved that rabbit.

My antique gold signet ring with my family crest on it. I can trace my family back to the 1400s. We have a family tree.
It was in its usual place beside my bed in a little jewellery tray with a lid. I've always been extremely careful with it.
My lodger did a moonlight flit without paying the two months rent she owed me. When I got home the ring and the box was gone.
Apparently she had fled back to Norway.
It was insured of course and I filed a police report but no amount of money can replace the ring.
I don't trust anyone anymore and I haven't had a lodger since.

Can prob post loads of times, starter for 10: When I was maybe 5 or 6 my mum bought me a beautiful blue meiulle feuille Venetian glass paperweight from a junk stall on a market. I vehemently insisted on carrying it home. This was in the 60s and it probably cost pennies as we are very hard up, living in poverty really. Anyway, I got maybe 6 foot from the stall and dropped my precious purchase. Shattered. I'm 63 now and I still remember it like it was yesterday - mum was right, I couldn't be trusted!!

Over the years my mum collected beautiful antiques which again probably cost her pennies at the time, and she stored most of them, and her own artwork in my childhood home in the back bedroom of our 2 bed flat. She died when I was 13. Years later my dad went into a home, and I always marvelled at the stuff he had squirrelled away in his room with one storage cupboard, I assumed it was crammed full of mum's china and a brass bust of my grandad etc. Except he hadn't put anything away. He'd left it ALL for the people who cleared our old flat. I often see things we had on Antiques Roadshow or in antique shops selling for £££s. But obvs it's her artwork I mourn the most.

One thing I did manage to keep we called the Chicken Dish and it endured 40 years in various places I lived as a single and then with DH. It was a French casserole dish with the handle made of pottery chicken heads. About 3 years ago I found out one of the DC has smashed the beak off a chicken and never told me. I subsequently found out it was very rare (of course I did).

My guide camp blanket, I’d appliquéd a camp fire in the middle of it and all my brownie and guide badges around it. Would have loved to share it with my Dd1 who’s now a leader… but it was lost somewhere on my travels or house moves

My first Vespa 50 special I lived in a predominantly rocker area.
Myself and said scooter routinely abused and vandalised.

Me too! It was left on an Orion Airways plane and never reappeared at lost property 😔

I had a souvenir Christmas item that I bought on my first trip to another continent. XH knocked it over at a Christmas party while intoxicated, I’m not sure on what, and destroyed it.

that was decades ago and I’m still mildly annoyed.

I carefully packed up my beloved My Little Ponies when I grew out of them, and put them in a box in my mum’s loft, thinking I’d get them down when I have a family of my own.

she took them to the tip.

A beautifully illustrated copy of Alice in Wonderland i threw out in a room tidy up as a petulant teenager.
I'm not one for sentimentality or any real attachment to possessions but that was a kicker.

A beautiful vintage shawl that was made from silk velvet. My great aunt left it to me and it had been her mother’s. I took it to university and it was hung on my wall. When our flat was broken into and the bastards took the shawl, probably wrapped stuff in it and then dumped it. I still feel sad that it was probably just discarded, I bloody loved that shawl.

Another one, my brother put my doll's blue tea set, cups saucers, plates and little knives and forks, down the drain in the road. He just got a 'oh David what have you done that for'. The kind neighbour's boy fished a few out of the water below but most had bobbed away. I was taken to the local newsagents at some point to choose a toy, the tea set was lovely though.

An emerald ring. I inherited it, and wore it to a wedding even though it didn’t exactly fit. I still can’t quite believe it’s gone.

Grey suede ruched pixie boots. RIP 💗

Two beautiful silk scarves that my dad brought back from a business trip to Paris, sixty years ago.

I can remember the paper bag one of them was wrapped in, with Palais de Versailles and fleur de lys.

I keep an eye for them every time I tidy a drawer or wardrobe, but I think they’ve disappeared for ever.

I still feel sad about them.

A beautiful suede dress that was so easy to wear, I loved in it for about 2 years. Had to be cut off me in hospital. Have never found a suitable replacement but 8 years on still keep an eye out for one.

Lived in it, not loved in it! Damn autocorrect.

My bear had from when I was born. Me and my sister were removed from my mums care when we were 15 and 11, due a long drawn out custody case where lots of neglect was discovered.

She took great joy in throwing all our stuff on a bonfire, filming it and sending it to us via email to my dad’s address.

The last thing she thew on was my bear. I was devastated. I wanted to give it to my first born. I’m 39 now and still haven’t forgotten it!

All my childhood toys and school work. My mother threw everything away without telling me.
I made sure I kept loads of my kids' stuff so they could decide if they wanted it or not.

I had a lovely pair of sparkly ballet flats I got out of Evans for about a fiver. They were great as I can’t wear heels but they had a teeny heel so weren’t as flat as normal ballet flats. I had them re heeled and soled which cost more than the shoes. Eventually they fell apart and I was sad. I did get an irregular choice pair a couple of years ago which are also gorgeous but were very much not a fiver (they were over £100) and now IC are gone I may be in the same position in future