If only....

So right now I am rummaging through my room desperately looking for my watch. My new watch that I owned for about 8 days before losing. Now I know, I know, it's only a watch BUT...I've been wanting a nice looking watch for awhile now and my incredibly fine tastes (ha ha) caused me to fall in love with a $375 Bulova watch I could never bring myself to buy. So....this was a great substitute....but alas after a thorough search of my room, car and every damn coat I own I am still watchless. I am also left with that longing feeling for some of my favorite items that I have lost so I decided to catalogue them in no particular order for your reading enjoyment. And for "your" I mean Brianna's since she's the only one who dares to read these. ;)

Body Shop spray: So I bought this stuff and it wasn't cheap or too pricey, just right. The scent was something subtle and it was wonderful but then one day I just couldn't find it. And this time I'm sure my roommate didn't steal it since Bryce isn't the floral kinda guy. I don't think.

Body Shop chapstick (honey): Sensing a theme already? So this was back in the 90s when they made this incredible honey chapstick which was hands down the best anyone makes and I lost my tube then to my horror found out they no longer make it. And that was before honeybees started going extinct.

J. Crew socks: So Mr. Garner and I were in NY when I bought the softest pair of gray argyle socks, I even bought 3 pairs and somehow when I returned to Kansas I had one pair. And again, I don't think Mr. Garner is the female, gray sock wearing kind of guy. Then again, turns out there was a lot I didn't know about him so...

Diamond earrings: In high school I begged for real diamond earrings as a graduation present and my parents being the obliging folks they are delivered. I was SO stupid and put them in my pocket of my favorite pair of very worn jeans and an inconvenient hole in the pocket. Enough said.

Target sunglasses: I once bought the hippest pair of silver aviators on clearance at Target. They're the pair I was wearing when some guy approached me to tell me that to him I was the ideal woman and then asked me out. Ever since, haven't been asked out. Ouch.

The Melody at Night with You: This is my favorite Keith Jarrett album. I could play this at anytime and while in any mood and I was always moved. The pure simplicity and artistry in a genre (Gershwin) that is meant for entertainment is an anomaly. Somehow I lost it! But be of good cheer, I bought another copy.

My contact: Now, I had to make it singular because I have never lost more than one at a time. But just this morning I went to put them in and then walked around realizing an eye was missing one! So strange that out of nowhere, following the act of putting them in I lost one. Who knows how...

Spinal Tap: Okay so this is one of my favorite movies ever and I was so proud of myself for finding it on clearance (still new) for only $7.99. One day I have it the next I don't. Granted a number of things went disappearing in my last apartment but much like my current roommate wouldn't steal my perfume or chapstick, my last would never have shown an interest in Spinal Tap. Trust me, Europeans don't really get that kind of thing.

Scrapbook: Now just so you know, I do not scrapbook. Let me repeat, I do not scrapbook or cut things out or paste or buy pastel colored books in which to keep my mementos. My scrapbook is just that. A book of scraps. From various events like piano recitals, high school, etc. But it was a 15-year glance into my life!!! Get this, so I left it in the apartment I was moving out of and my friend offered to valiantly rescue it which she did. Somewhat. Then she proceeded to lose it herself so essentially I didn't even lose it. I've always known where it was until she lost it. Which proves the only thing worse than you losing something or someone else losing your things is when someone says they've saved your things and then proceed to lose them. Boo.

Mr. Garner: So I like numbers and 9 doesn't fall into my category of pleasing number so I've added Mr. Garner. Technically I did not lose him to death because he is very much alive and I know where he is but in a roundabout, melodramatic way I did. I lost him because I stopped trying to maintain the pseudo-friendship we had and since I stopped trying and he never really was trying in the first place, well...you can imagine what happened. He's someone else's now. Maybe. Or maybe he's just his own. Either way, he's not mine and I lost him because of my own self-respect.

Well, there you have it. My top 10 things I really, really would like back. But missing things makes us realize how truly lovely the things we have already are. Ooh, and of course there is always the faintest, remote possibility I may find these things and get them back and the excitement of the possibility is enough to keep me happy indefinitely.