I was at a class at the Houston Quilt Festival and the teacher had some hand lotion we could try. I took off my wedding rings and a blue opal ring and put them in my pocket so I wouldn't get lotion on them. I tried the lotion and then went back to working on the project. On the way to lunch I put my hand in my pocket to get my rings and put them back on and discovered that there was a hole in the pocket. My engagement and opal rings had fallen out. I still had my wedding ring. The room of course was locked for the lunch period. I searched all along the path I took going to the luncheon but couldn't find them. When class resumed, I asked if anyone had found them but all said no. I went up and down the hallway into each class, asking the same question. No rings. I checked with security and lost and found for several years hoping someone would turn them in - no luck.
What made it worse, the opal was the last ring my husband gave to me before he died and the engagement ring - well, it was my engagement ring.
I keep hoping that some day the person who found them will turn them into security at the show. Maybe they will read this and do so - I still mourn the lost of those rings. I will check security at the show again this year and see.