what is the greatest piece of clothing you ever lost, and how did you lose it?

I was wearing them when I was attacked, so the police kept them as evidence. GODDAMMIT, SOME CSI SOMEWHERE IN LONDON CUT THEM UP WITH SCISSORS AND PUT THEM IN THE STRANGE BLUE-GLOWING BOX WHILE ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYED IN THE BACKGROUND, I JUST KNOW IT. My poor jeans. Ah well, maybe they got a starring role in CSI: Hackney at the very least.

I lost a nice leather jacket in high school after leaving it in the trunk of a friend's car while we attended a Drivin' n' Cryin' show. To this day, my dad thinks my friend nicked it. I had forgotten to get it out of his trunk when he drove me home after the show, and the next day at school he said it wasn't in his trunk... Unless I spaced where I left it, then my pops is probably right.

A light brown corduroy chapeau that had been my favorite for close to ten years. I left it at the hat rack while at a restaurant on my very first date with my (who knew it at the time?) future wife. The damn thing was stolen. So, naturally, I had to keep the girl. Thanks, Martha.

My late grandfather's fedora. I wore it to a scooter rally/ska punk festival. I ended up passing out on some bleachers during the Pietasters' set. When I awoke, the hat was gone.

As a matter of fact - this was probably the soundtrack to my grandfather's fedora being stolen from my drunken 17-year-old head!

http://www.hirejameswilliams.com/index.php?page=page3_20

Unfuckingbelievable. I hate my teenage self so badly.

I left the orange hoodie I'd worn pretty much every day for three years in a Pontins chalet after an ATP. Countless phone calls involving them telling me their lost and found person would get back to later, I gave up.

Then bought an identical one.

(It's not the same. :'( )

A beautiful warm scarf, navy on one side, purple on the other. I got it as a christmas present and lost it the first time I wore it. I think I left it in the library or in a classroom at University. I hardly ever lose stuff and I'm always a bit dissatisfied with scarves, so it really really hurt.

My late grandad's Levi's denim jacket, passed on to me from my own Dad- a little threadbare, huge on me, not really late 90's fashion but still an absolute classic piece of clothing.

Lost it camping in a thunderstorm :(

Father's brown crocodile skin shoes. No idea what happened to them, missing through several house moves I guess.

my red static caravan t-shirt. i think it got left in the UK somewhere. probably wanted to be returned to its home

my parents had a threadbare Michael Jackson Beat It shirt from the 80s - it was cotton, and had been washed so many times so it got that really soft, cuddly feel to it. I gave it to my roommate's girlfriend in college, along with a similarly dear shirt from the 80s that said "SUGAR MOMMA NEEDS SUGAR DADDY". still regretting

did u love her?

no! she just wanted some cool vintage clothing and I just wanted to be well-liked or something. I dunno, I was pretty stupid back then! :^( really could not tell you the thought process behind that one

I mean a large part of the sadness was because these were sort of cultural artifacts unknowingly owned by my parents, who are Chinese immigrants and thus could not be called upon to know too much about the significance of MJ and/or a shirt that says "SUGAR MOMMA NEEDS SUGAR DADDY", and thus they were just very cute mementos of their cluelessness

sugar momma doesn't ned a sugar daddy, that's the ironic thing. i believe sugar mommy wants, in fact, a toyboy.

My giant cuddly warm scarf that was black/white/grey. It was about 3 metres long and I loved it. No scarf I have bought since even compares.

lol xp I should travel back in time and tell em that

A pair of mid-calf black suede lace-up boots. Foolishly put in the Goodwill bag during a decluttering frenzy.

awesome 2nd-hand brown shirt made from man-made polymer that never needed ironing and always looked sharp. removed it while DJing at a bobby conn show at some stoke newington loft in the 90s, and am sure it still resides in a pile of clothes there, behind the decks. curses...

One bright red watch which was, OK, kind of plasticky and garish, but it was a) a gift, and a nicer brand than I could afford to buy myself, and b) the only watch I've found yet which hasn't hurt my wrist if worn all day for typing etc. Took it on trip to US, woke up one morning still all jetlagged and bleary and couldn't find it, but had to get out of town for next part of itinerary.

Also, one pair of owl-shaped earrings which I thought were awesome++ and lost half of at an ATP. Since then I've tried to replace them (at first with an identical pair, and later with something that just looked kind of similar) at least a couple of times and have managed to lose all of them after about one wear each. These days I lose earrings all the time, but this was the first pair that went astray, so it was a gut-punching mystery for the first replacement to disappear almost instantly too.

left my gray hoodie with nice warm lining in a bar in san francisco on my honeymoon

Burning Witch shirt, gold print on black. It so pretty. I hadn't seen it for maybe four years when I last moved and still made a real but futile effort to look for it at the back of cupboards and stuff, like a cat whose companion had ran away

2loneswordsmen t-shirt that was nicked from a mate's house

sounds like a good album premise

left my fav pants in a hotel room on the mekong delta ;_;

my wedding ring, stolen by the stupid sea at seasalter. it wasn't even a nice day for a swim.

A couple of lovely brown shirts, lost on tour. Almost my entire wardrobe is made up of brown shirts, admittedly, but these were really nice.

MUCH MUCH WORSE, however, is my German army shirt from teenage years, on the back of which I had painstakingly transcribed the words to 'Transmission' by Joy Division in felt pen. Not lost, exactly, but washed by my boyfriend after I had taken it out of the wardrobe for the first time in 10 years. Everything erased.

Either my roommate or his girlfriend stole the Peacoat my dad gave me when I turned 19. He got it when he was 19. He had written his name in it on the tag and it was my favorite item, clothing or otherwise. It's been almost 10 years since this happened and I think about it all the time still.

Black Sabbath concert shirt, circa Never Say Die!...my brother went to the show and got me the shirt...a couple of weeks later he wore it to a party and got into a fight, during which the shirt was ripped to shreds...it was a cool shirt...a stoner chick in my math class offered to buy it off me...

doglatin, which design was the TLS shirt? I'm thinking of making one with the oval logo with the divers.

Not an item of clothing, but during the tour when I lost one of the above-mentioned brown shirts I also lost its container: my step-dad's old satchel, that he had used at art school. It was the perfect satchel - just the right size and just the right amount of wear to make it malleable without losing structural integrity (and I'm sure I remember a couple of paint spatters, but that could be the over-romanticising boho world of my memory).

I am an expert at losing clothing I love. I have no idea how I even do it. It happens esp. when I move. how do you lose a hoodie moving? I don't know, but fuck if I can find my fave brown hoodie that looked good w/everything I owned (most recently discovered loss). I'm just lucky I haven't lost my wedding ring.

I never spend more than $20 on earrings bcz it is invariable fate I will lose one.

Giant green sweater from Target or Mervyns - it fit badly, but was soft as hell and very era-appropriate (turn-of-millenium Weezer fan). Gave it to a girl who was cold one night at a house party where we all rolled, never saw it again.

I had this awesome purple velvet-y jacket that I got at ross (!) for like 10 bucks - got compliments on it everytime I wore it.

lost: shrank in the wash one day and became completely unwearable.

damn I want another awesome purple velvet-y jacket so bad.

Ah I had one of thee Princess Di-style black sheep sweaters (green sweater w/white sheepies and one black sheep) and shrunk it....I felt like such an ass.

Also shrunk a wonderful olive green cashmere cardigan...which is why I now love this great handwash sweater detergent you don't even have to rinse out...use it for all my delicates:

http://www.thegrovesandiego.com/yarn/louet/soak/soak-wash.jpg

Second-best was a thrifted corduroy professor's jacket (elbow patches and all) that was forgotten in a darkroom and disappeared.

the greatest shirt I ever had was ruined in a fight
another shirt was left at dude's house (and they never found it)
another shirt was left at another dude's house (I dont even think they looked for it)

I'm sorry for your losses, everybody.

lost my green texaco petrol attendant jacket

Lovely big black coat that had belonged to my dad, was wearing while walking in a national park on cold winter night, found koala dying of kidney failure, carried koala to ranger station, koala urinated all over coat, marsupial urine would not be washed out

Mine wasn't lost, it was DESTROYED by one of the sacred elements!

When I was a kid I had this jean jacket/coat that I used to wear all of the time. I also used to build forts out of boxes all of the time. One time, my dad bought a new refrigerator, and I used the giant box to build a giant fort outside on our driveway. It got hot building it, so I took off my jean jacket and left it in the West Wing of the fort. Somehow I ended up running inside the house for a minute, but while I was gone, my dad picked up the refrigerator box and tossed it into a fire. He always burned all of our trash. I came outside and saw the burning box and was devastated, but it wasn't until later that I realized my coat was inside of it. I was scared to tell my parents that my coat was in there because I thought I'd get in huge trouble, but eventually I had to. I never did tell them that I also had my life savings (probably $40 or so) inside my inside coat pocket.

doglatin, which design was the TLS shirt? I'm thinking of making one with the oval logo with the divers.

― brotherlovesdub, Tuesday, 27 October 2009 17:01 (6 hours ago

yep, just like that - yellow on green. it fit just right too. can you make me one too? ;-)

I had a really awesome Bauhaus tshirt that I think I loaned to some cow I went to HS with and it never came back to me ;_;

just recently realized that i had left my Hot Licks Ice Cream (of Fairbanks, AK) shirt, with my uncle's image as an ice cream cone on it, at a friend's place. And they moved, and the shirt got thrown away when they couldn't figure out whose it was. :'(

Size small Iron Maiden Number of the Beast sleeveless tour shirt. I loaned it to a friend on Halloween and someone stole it from him at a party :(

I also threw up on a gorgeous 1971 black leather jacket that I stole from my dad. It happened on a bus ride to see the Who in '89. When I got out of bed 3 days later, the jacket had molded in the plastic bag :(

This is a sad thread!

I went flyposting in a nice newish jacket (since it was cold and it was pretty much my only jacket) and got it covered in glue, some of which never came out. Doh. Was doing it to win my way into group I thought was cool; inevitably nobody else had bothered anyway.

Btwn things like that and having things run in the wash and e.g. smashing my favourite glass last weekend I sometimes (often) feel like this terrible shambling mound of incompetence that should basically not be allowed to touch anything or breathe etc.

Sorry to people who had treasured belongings stolen or lost family heirlooms, that is the worst. (I am way too sentimental about possessions - lol aspie amirite etc - gotta train myself not to be.)

! :( at koala urine story. You are GOOD PERSON but that doesn't help yr coat, sorry.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jipboWI9uiE