Regrets

I'm a firm believer in living without regrets. However I don't strictly speaking adhere to my own moto.... I. Skiminee. Live. With. Regrets.
I regret as a 21 year old, throwing out a black pair of Doc Marten's that I had begged my parents to bring back from London for me. 
I regret as a 30 year old, throwing out a gorgeous white skirt I bought in Nice while on holiday's a few years earlier.
I regret throwing out all my slightly dated but very well made clothes. What the hell was I thinking? I mean really? 
So many times in the past few years I've thought, oh, I need that white jacket only to remember after searching that it was discarded and donated to the local charity bin. I feel ill at the thought of the beautiful pieces I have parted with over the years. And I will never again donate pieces that I still love even though they may not feel 'fashionable' at the time - No matter how rash I feel!  
I just can't bring myself to replace those doc martens, even though I really really really want another pair! (They were perfect, well worn in, perfectly slouchy, argh, what did I do!?!)