Finding things you thought you'd lost

When DS was a toddler, 13 months old, we had all been invited to a rather grand wedding. Packing to go to Scotland for the wedding, panic! I could find only one of his new shoes, his first pair. Put him into the pushchair, race down to Clarks, get another pair (money tight in those days) and off we went.
Weeks later, I found the odd shoe which he'd stuffed into the double radiator in his room. You can't tell a toddler off, but I was quite annoyed!

Well I shall have to say a prayer to St. Anthony as lost the opal stone as of a ring I really loved. Hunted high and low, inside washing machine, hoover bag but to no avail. Could be anywhere but will try the prayer.

When we moved into our last but one house, the drawer from my paternal grandmother's workbox (which was made for her by my paternal grandfather) went missing. I'd left hubby to ensure everything went from the old house to the new as I had my hands full with 3 kids and the dogs. I was heartbroken, but resolved to keep using it.
During the move to this house earlier this year it surfaced again, 22 years later.

A few years ago my driving, liscence it was the original one I first got. People at work had laughed at it and said it looked like something from WW2. I searched every handbag ,the car and I went through drawers and places in the house. I had to apply for a new one,have my photo taken etc.
A few weeks after I got the new one I realised there was something stuck in the carpet behind the bed when I lifted the carpet there was the driving liscence. I had vaced under there quite a few times.
Then I remembered quite a while before tipping my handbag out on the bed when I had lost something, I thought the driving liscence was in a secure pocket obviously not.
A gold chain bracelet I wore every day for work. Again a thorough search of house, car and workplace. I gave someone a lift and she said there's something stuck in your drink holder it was my bracelet. It must have fallen off whilst I was driving the lock catch had broken.

Lost a favourite ruby ring but my help found it in the freezer when defrosting.

Out to lunch with a friend, I realised I was only wearing one earring which was annoying, because it was one of my favourites. We retraced our steps to see if we could spot it and I searched every corner of the car, but to no avail. Got home, and what did I see on the bottom step of the stairs? One lapis lazuli earring! I'd been out without it all that time.
Meanwhile, where have I put my Swiss Army knife?

When the kids were here, I'd sometimes run out of teaspoons. I think they'd got binned along with the yoghurt pots.

I bought five pairs of cheap reading glasses last year (2x magnified) - having got fed up with leaving them upstairs etc. Now, I'm down to one pair, having searched everywhere (shed, garage, garden too). Where did they all go?

Sadly, sometimes you just give up hope...

I know it's only "stuff" but sometimes it is unbelievably sad to have lost something with a personal connection to someone no longer with us.

NotSpaghetti, sometimes, any 'loss' is just too much when you've lost somebody - and so much - already.

I was almost run over by a truck as I stopped to pick up a button from my coat (on a busy road, on a hill) when grieving and not thinking straight. I can still see the horrified look on the driver's face as I stepped back with a second to spare.

I had misplaced, or considered lost, a watch. I was a bit distraught since it was inherited from DH's aunt. It is a dressy watch that I only wore on occasions (the dial is tiny and almost impossible to read). The thing is, I was going through my jewellery box for a bracelet, and realized the watch wasn't there. I couldn't even remember the last time I wore it. I checked my small dressy clutch, but not there, so I told myself that the clasp had come undone and it was gone.

Behold, just at the end of September, switching from summer to winter handbag, the watch was in the side zip pocket! Woohoo! I must have put in there for a reason, but I can't remember it... anyway, it has a new battery and back in my jewellery box until the next fancy evening event.

The people who bought our previous house appeared one day with a peridot and diamond ring which I had left under the lining of the little bedroom safe and hadn’t actually missed.

When dd2 was about 3, she was very attached to a tiny monkey toy, only about 4 inches tall. She took it on holiday and unsurprisingly managed to lose it on the beach.
The staff were great, and the chap raking the sand every day, had a good look, but no luck.,

The following year, we went back, same room, right on the beach. There was heavy rain one night and first thing next morning, when we stepped out, lo, amazingly enough, there it was, lying fully visible on the wet sand.

I told her he’d been waiting a whole year for her to come back for him, so she’d better look after him very carefully now.

A few weeks later she lost him again! But this time, it was for good. 🙁

I know it's only "stuff" but sometimes it is unbelievably sad to have lost something with a personal connection to someone no longer with us.

We had a bad house fire six years ago and lost virtually everything.
What really upset me though was a shawl my Mum had crocheted for me as a teenager. It lay across the corner of my bed.
The builders admitted they'd thrown it in the skip as it was filthy (water and smoke) but I could have washed it.
My husband and I spent several evenings searching through the skip to no avail.
No money could replace it. I cried for days at losing my shawl 😥