bookmarks.....

ok, so...i can visualize at least 5 bookmarks that i have personally purchased on trips abroad.....the goya cats....my personal favorite......no frigging idea where it has gone......a gaudi fantasy from the top of a barcelona manse...the one where the hostess mentioned the jealocies......no sign of that bookmark, either....and then there is the mummified cat, something monet.....and....something made of pressed flowers in the cotswolds.......are they secreted in shelved books?.......or still in their protective wrappings...maybe in the original bag....somewhere......that i have yet to look?......i say this as someone who has searched this house from top to bottom for a waterford violet vase given to me by an old friend....i would never have given it away so why cannot i find it?.......a swipe of the hand by the cleaner after our fire?...that has occured to me also.....but i digress from the bookmarks i cannot locate.....how much time and effort does one devote to bookmarks..in the scheme of things?