My wife, son and I decided to go up to the Port Washington Pirate Festival today. Of course I went kilted. Nothing to do with pirates, but it isn't a party if you have to wear pants The weather was nice, 70*f, a bit of a breeze, grey clouds off in the distance- but nothing to worry about.

After enjoying the activities, some food and a wonderful stroll down the pier to see the sailing vessel, my little boy had to 'spend a penny'. The closest lav was a port-o-potty
I had to help him out of his pirate belt and waist pouch (which I made as a scaled down test for my first Rob Roy) which meant the two of us were jammed into the potty. As I was helping him back into his kit, I heard it. Clink, thunk...

I stopped. "What dropped" I wondered. I had my sporran on. My son had his gear. Then I noticed. My kilt pin was gone. I got him out of there and searched the area, nothing. Ground around outside, nothing. Under, nothing.

Finally, I had to accept that the worst had happened. My pin dropped in the potty. Officially gone.

As a tragedy, it's pretty low on the scale. Nobody was hurt. Life will go on, but I just got it this week and really liked it. It was only the second time I even got to wear it. Compared to the story of the kilt chopped with scissors by a child- tiny. Still, what a dismal turn to an otherwise wonderful day.

So, anyone have any funny stories about kit they've lost?