Hey - I had been lurking here a long time and this thread is what finally inspired me to jump in. It is such a great idea and there has been some seriously good posts here. So, yeah, well done all.
Now ...
I've had two black AA 50/50 tees for about five or six years nows. I first got them when I was in University in NY when a girl I was dating worked in a screen printing place that purchased AA in bulk. Needless to say, we had a lot of AA tees. I had a bigger collection of greys, whites and blacks, but these two are all that is left.
Standard favourite t-shirt spiel: they've been to a few different countries, they've been washed and dried countless times and so on. They've also served every function in my wardrobe - from everyday wear to gym clothes to the PJ pile and now back to everyday wear.
They've taken on a very pleasing knobbly, pilly feel and have somehow retained their length. Perfect in absolutely every way.
I've also got a well-worn AA "summer tee" with a u-neck. It's also been around the block as well and is now paper-thin. It's so comfy and I so love the look of the thing that I honestly prefer it to my RO tees (to which my fiance always raises an eyebrow). It's my go-to tee for Fridays at the office, gigs, bar crawls and hungover Sundays on the couch.
I bought my favourite leather about 3 years ago(?) in a small shop in Oxford - a town I hate and hate thinking about. It's from Bolongaro Trevor - a brand I don't like very much at all. Despite this combination of badness, from the minute I popped it on, I was in love. The fit was so spot on and the leather is gorgeous. I paid £250 cash for it, which felt like a scary price at the time because I had just quit my job to start an MA course.
On and off, I've been lusting after a leather with a bit more character, something like a low-neck Intarsia, but I can never actually make myself do it.
A few months back my absolutely perfect and tough-loved Levis (one of the premium, made in the US lines, don't remember the model) disintegrated in the wash after years of service. My girl had to very gently take the scraps from my hand and bin them. It was emotional.