Lost & found - what lost item do you mourn?

[monkeysmama]

I am revelling in happiness. I bought a very special pair of sunglasses a decade ago and loved them. They were lost/stolen last year and I have spent a lot of time trying to find the style and locate another pair (they were limited edition and from Italy). I have thought about them frequently and imagined my life to be happier if I had them back. Today I found the style name, located a pair and have now completed the purchase. I am over the moon so thought I would share my joy!

Anyone else mourning a lost item of clothing?

A lovely pair of leather mules from a tiny boutique in Madrid. They were tucked in theb outside of my hand luggage on a flight so I could change when I got to lovely hot spain from cold miserable wales, and they had gone out of the overhead locker

Not lost as such but my grandma had the most gorgeous huge blue opal and gold ring. When she died she hadn't written a will and my aunty, who had fallen out with us because my dad remarried very quickly after my mum died, decided to give it to her second cousin who hardly knew my grandma at all. I was her only granddaughter and we were very close so I know she would have wanted it to go to me. I wrote to the second cousin a few years ago and offered to buy it from her but she never even acknowledged my letter. It makes me really to think about it as I loved that ring and would have worn it every day.

Thats really sad dastardly, makes you think that she probably sold them

After my nan died I ended up with a pile of hand towels from her house, my sister laughed that I had agreed to take them, but I use them every day and therefore think of my nan every day too, It would have been a lovely thing for you to have had the ring. Maybe one day it will come back to you

I also mourn for a Missoni scarf, brilliantly long, beautiful greens and blues, loved, loved, loved it. Left in T5 at Heathrow in January and never turned up in lost property.

Green 1920s glass earring, lost in a restaurant a few years ago. Still have the other one hoping to find someone who will be able to make a replacement one day.

Sweetie bracelet with charm I got from DD1 for my first mothers day, am convinced it will turn up one day.

Erotokritos skirt which cost a silly amount of money and I used to wear loads, haven't a clue where it went.

Various pairs of designer sunglasses over the years, hence the reason I won't spend more than £10 on a pair now.

Oh, is only stuff but makes me sad (sigh)

Ah, love the towels thing. I have tea towels, napkins and handkerchiefs from my grandparents. I use them all the time and love that it connects me to them.

The thing I mourn most of all is something I didn't buy. It was 1986 or 1987 and I found the most perfect Katharine Hamnett denim jacket in a sale. It was cut like a slightly fitted blazer and I could have (just) afforded it. I put it back because I was being sensible and immediately regretted it. Went back the next week and it was gone.

Also mourn a lovely warm blue corduroy bomber jacket with furry lining that I stupidly gave to Oxfam (I really hope someone out there is loving it to this day), an original sixties minidress in perfect shades of apricot and peach that somehow just vanished at a party (mine, I didn't disrobe and leave it somewhere), a fantastic pale duck egg blue cotton cardigan that my mum knitted for me and got left on a beach and a wonderful Whistles linen cable knit black jersey that got left in a taxi in Liverpool one drunken night.

Feel sadest about all the jewelery stories, esp the gold wedding watch!

I had two fat silver rings bought by my mum in Mexico in the 1960s. Gorgeous Aztec-ky designs that you just don't see anymore.

One I think I lost down a loo and the other just disappeared. I hold out hope it may turn up one day.

My grandmother's house is like quicksand and lots of stuff has been lost in it- DH gave me a beautiful bracelet when we first started going out and it sank into the house. He had one exactly the same made a few years later though.

Oooh Horton I saw a 1930s hand knitted waistcoat in a vintage shop last autumn. I desperately wanted it but couldn't afford it. I shall mourn it forever. No hand knitted 1930s waistcoat will ever live up to it.

I was 9. I had a red Snoopy watch given to me by my mum for my birthday. I put it in my left shoe during P.E.. When I came back, it had gone. I was so very very upset to have lost my first watch.

Two years later, I spotted it on the wrist of a girl in school. I asked her where she'd got her watch from. She blushed, took it off and put it in her pocket.

Of course, I couldn't prove it was mine. I was just upset I couldn't have it.

ok, bit brit pop, but i had the most gorgeous navy adidas zip up retro top.

i wrapped it around something i bought on hols that had to be put in the plane hold, then put layer of plastic round it.

BASTARDS nicked it.

i mourn it, i just wish it was hanging up in my wardrobe.

of course, i also muorn my entire jewellery box contents when i got burgled. everything went, gifts from my father, for birthdays. special things.

devastating.

a vintage Cartier watch that I bought as my "present to myself" after giving birth to my son. i NEVER buy anything expensive like that and i loved it. someone stole it from my desk at work - i'd taken it off as it was uncomfortable when i type and i accidentally left it on the desk overnight. by the morning it was gone. am still in mourning. and still feeling very stupid.

My Show Of Hands umbrella. My Dad bought it for me. Left it on the bus. Realised my mistake immediately. Phoned the depot in desperation. Never got it back. Can't get another one anywhere. And whoever found it and half-inched it isn't bloody interested in SOH I bet you.

sotough that is so horrible! poor you, I suppose even with insurance you can't replace it as it's vintage.