Mine was my mother's. It was 60 years old when I ripped it apart and had it remade to fit me for my wedding. My mother was thrilled and it brought tears to my father's eyes. They are both gone, but that memory will live with me forever. Since I'm reasonably sure it will never be worn as a wedding gown again, I'm thinking of trying to replicate it on a Barbie so I can actually display and see it sometime!