Alrighty, here's me.
The things I have owned the longest are two incredible ball gowns given to me by a lovely older woman who designed them back in the 50s/60s. Her "maid" sewed them from her patterns, she claimed. One is a golden brocade with a separate full-length cape-like jacket. The other is two layers of sheer black lace. As you can imagine, I have little to no occasion to wear these things, but I keep them in my closet just in case. Other items have come and gone (or I would include the shorts, once jeans, I owned when I was 13 and have just now been trashed for giant hole in crotch alas), but I still have those dresses.
The item I owned for the shortest period of time was something sent to me by my slightly dotty grandmother. She asked my sister and me what we wanted for our birthdays; my father encouraged us to ask her for something of hers that had sentimental value. Perhaps the message got lost in transit, but I received an unwashed beige polyester blouse. My sister received a pair of used cold-cream gloves. I kept the blouse for the 15 minutes it took to confirm with Dad that it was OK to throw it out. Pretty sure my sister didn't even wait that long.
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