Set the first one on fire after that fiasco of a marriage ended. And, woosh, does lace burn up fast :-D . It was actually quite enjoyable to watch.
The second wedding, my father had died that day, I put the dress away that afternoon without cleaning, thinking I would get back to it after the funeral, and fifteen years later I looked at it and it was wicked stained. It is still in the back of the closet, festering, I guess. Just the other day my DH asked if I still needed to keep it there, space is getting kind of tight with all the fabric I have been storing. I am kind of afraid to open the bag :oops: it is raw silk, wonder if that will clean up?