I guess I am in the minority...my gown is somewhere in the attic and I don't particularly care where. When Ken got home from Vietnam I just wanted to marry the boy and didn't even want a gown. I only got it because it pleased my mom. I couldn't havee cared less...easiest bride my mom had out of six girls! Well, it's been 44 years, I still love him and still don't care about the gown.