As a rule, I must be constantly vigilant to keep from buying duplicates of things I own and like - but there is one exception, my fabulous 15 year old J. Jill jacket, which is just the right shade of dark blue, fits perfectly, washes well, has useful pockets and is warm enough to pass as a coat when paired with a scarf.
I know I will never find another jacket that is so right, and luckily I can't imagine an incident that would thoroughly ruin it other than leaving it in another country. Because I would pay to have it shipped from any of the 50 states.