As a lifelong frugalist, very little of what I own has a whole lot of value. If you were inside my lovely clown house, you'd never know it. Because of this, if I lost everything...meh, I'd just start over. That said, I love my gray polar fleece bathrobe. It's more than a decade old and is rather shapeless and ratty, but I love it and wear it every morning. Occasionally all damn day, even.
Last week, I washed every stitch of MIL's clothing. She's lived with us for three years and it was time for some judicious wardrobe editing, plus her room was smelling bad and the only thing I hadn't nuked was the clothing. (It helped quite a bit. Note-she never wants me to wash anything. She hand launders her underwear in the sink every morning and washes (or lets me wash) Nothing Else. Y'all remember she has Alzheimer's, right?) Her robe and dressing gown literally fell apart. I took her shopping and found a lovely new robe and two pretty dressing gowns on the 75% off rack. The rack was chock full of yummy new markdowns, but it never even occurred to me to look at one for myself, as I love the one I have, lol.