Oh, I *hate* that!
A while ago I went downtown to replace a button on a gorgeous draped black Lilli Ann jacket from the 40s, in perfect condish except for the missing (and very plain) button. And now for the life of me I cannot put my hands on that danged button! I know I put it somewhere "safe" so I'd be SURE not to lose it, and now I have no idea where I put it.
But at least I don't have to buy eight and sew them all on!