My best friend made the fish dish in a ceramics class 2 years ago. It's awful. It's ugly and poorly made and you couldn't pay people to take it. So, naturally, once the class was over she was going to throw it away. I couldn't bear to have her throw away all the hours of work she'd put into it, so I said I wanted it. I brought home the fish dish, and it's lived in my bathroom since, sitting on my Italian Marble counter, holding all the things that would be a mess otherwise.
So my item is my fish dish, because as ugly as it is, it reminds me of my best friend. It makes me smile whenever I think about it. I love the stupid thing.