I Married Him, Not the Dress!

I cleaned out my closet. Threw out some clothes I wouldn't even give to a homeless person. Put others in a bag, because they might look charming on a homeless person. Some items I designated to the "spare" closet, because the jury is still out. Not sure if the black polyester wrap dress I bought for a funeral four years ago, which looks adorable on me, is ever going to rise out of it's reputation and make me feel "good".
I boxed up the capris- which I always swear I hate and are a "fashion don't", but sport six months out of the year anyway, along with the tank tops and brilliant white linen pants ( and yes you CAN see my grundies, which is why I only pair them with very, very long shirts! ).
I chose only the most crucial of summer shorts ( for those days when my husband is working and he's not home so the heat gets cranked to 95 degrees ) to keep out and put the rest "in the bin" for storage.
And in other words things got organized.
But there is a box. A BIG box, sitting in my bedroom. Clearly, there is no room for it. It's too big for UNDER the bed, too big for IN my closet, and much TOO delicate for the garage.
It's my wedding dress.
And I don't know what the heck to DO with it.
I do recall spending a hundred bucks for a "special cleaning" that would "preserve it"- which you can't check, because if you pull it out of it's special plastic casing, you jack it up. Therefore you are forced to take the dry cleaners word for it... which surprisingly blows because despite all good things suburban,I must say the dry cleaning around here SUCKS.
Anyway- I don't know what to do with my wedding dress. Personally, I would be okay with selling it. I like to think I commemorate the day with memories, pictures, a ring... and then of course, my husband! But the people around me tell me it's something I should keep. Because someone may want to wear it one day.
I guess the way I see it is that someone could wear it tomorrow and I could get some money back on it.
But I have never been known to be the world's best decision maker on such things so feel forced to keep it. Sitting in a big box in the middle of my bedroom. For now. And it's driving me nuts, because things belong places. Things need to go "home". In my world, everything, weather it is there or not, should have a "home". Scissors go in that drawer, staples in THAT cabinet and by all means that calculator goes in THAT basket next to the laptop.... Got it?
I don't lead the kind of lifestyle in which I share my bedroom with a big box.
And so I wonder if other women save their dresses...or if they sell them, or give them away, or lost them in a fire or gave them to a friend. Or if it would be horrible to "fake-blood" it up and use if for a Halloween costume??