Obviously your potato-peelers have eloped in search of a life of adventure.
I’ve just done something similar. I spent an hour this morning looking for a tea-towel that wasn’t where it should be. Eventually I did find it, where I hadn’t been looking. I must have snatched it up with my cotton shopping bags and stashed it away with them.
It’s all go round here.
Before I needed to buy them, I always wondered why the ones at the pharmacy could be bought in 3-packs.
My trifocals have a 1.75 reading lens that works in general for reading, and if it’s stronger, the gauges in the car are blurry, but I actually have several pairs of different strengths for different things. I have a 1.50 for the computer, a 2.00 for small print that I keep in the medicine box but have to retrieve sometimes for books, a 2.25 for sewing, that is with the sewing stuff, & a 2.50 for when I go looking at collectible coins.
But RE: guitar picks-- I keep those in a little box in the case, which has a space for storing things. It has the cleaner & a rag, the electric metronome that is smaller than a calculator, a tuner, and the box of plectra.
We have a dish for keys. Has fancy copper inlay, and I bought it in Czechoslovakia about 5 years before there was no Czechoslovakia. Everything that needs to go out with me, but I have little use for inside goes in it as soon as I get home: wallet, keys, garage remote, sugar kit that stays in my cargo pocket, and a couple of other small things. And any cash I happen to have. The dish is on the small section of the kitchen counter that houses tchotchkes and other non-kitchen things.
Raises hand.
Clothes washers eat socks fairly regularly, and occasionally go for a T-shirt, or boxer briefs. I’m convinced that while it is not as regular an activity (metal being more filling, maybe) dishwashers also eat things.
My husband often marvels at the contents of one particular cabinet in or kitchen. I always keep it stocked with all kinds and sizes of tape…envelopes, stamps, pins, staples, batteries and paper clips. I suppose it COULD seem kind of compulsive. Sometimes he refers to it as the office supply depot.
The dollar tree sells, or once sold, scissors with different color handles. I have no less than a dozen pairs of scissors in my 2-room apartment, from tiny ‘stork’ scissors for snipping thread to big honkin’ steel kitchen shears. Scissors are in every drawer. And I live here alone! No excuse for losing any. (Initially I had only my ‘good’ expensive sewing scissors, and it felt awful to use them because, they were my ‘good’ scissors. So I got more.)
My keys are on a sturdy black leather lanyard. It hangs on the doorknob to take on my way out, and then it goes around my neck. No stuffing it in the black hole found in my purse, or stuck in a pocket. Keys hang from the doorknob or around my neck, at all times. (though one time I did come home, let myself in, and left the keys in the keyhole on the outside of the door. And for that transgression, I sent myself to sit in my room and think it over.)
Tweezers. I can see them in my mind’s eye - a couple of ordinary stainless steel pairs, acceptable but not great; a black pair with very sharp edges and a terrific grip; a white pair painted with pink flowers that isn’t quite as good as the black pair.
And there is a drawer where they supposedly live, but they only show up when I don’t need them.
As I mentioned, I live in the midst of clutter, but there’s a method to my madness, and a kind of wild order in the clutter. One example is that my mini flashlights are always, always kept in the same known places, without exception. They may look like they’re just carelessly thrown wherever they happen to be, but those are known places registered in my brain and I can get to them by feel if necessary.
Because when there’s a power failure and you’re plunged into darkness, it’s not a great time to be searching for flashlights!
Probably got thrown in the trash with the potato peels.
Ten minutes after I wrote that post, I saw the black pair (the best ones!) innocently perched in the very drawer where they are supposed to be.
Just wait til I actually want them, though. They’ll be long gone.
They’re taunting you. 
They use wormholes.