The Hunt

I have been on the hunt for just the right thing to wear to Brita's wedding. I purchased a great jacket about a month ago, thought I could pair it up with a skirt I already had, but that turned out not so good together. So I've been casually looking for the right skirt and had another backup option outfit in the wings, but Brita and I both really liked the first jacket idea best. So Wednesday I threw down the gauntlet and challenged myself to step up to the plate and nail a new skirt! Notice all those sportsmanly references? I knew this was going to require that I draw upon my inner shopper to make the trip to MOA (Mall of America), not my favorite place to go but the motherlode for women's clothing selection. I didn't know if I was up to it. Then I saw this picture of nephew Spencer with his massive effort to rid the free world of all ducks, and I knew I was up to the challenge! (Spencer is the handsome one on the right, and yes, he is a student at ISU)

And the hunt was on! I spent hours and hours on Wednesday wandering the halls of MOA, near collapse a couple times but rejuvenated by one of the many coffee facilities that were handy there. Who knew that a good brown skirt could be so hard to find? But in the end I bagged a good one, and today tied up all the loose ends with a matching pair of shoes that won't kill my feet!

I was going to make do with my black shoes, until Brita advised me that non-matching shoes are just not right in her world. I have no idea where she gets that from. And trying to be a good MOB, I again donned my hunting camo and orange vest, polished up my plastic and went out early today to catch the first good pair I could find. I guess it's true that the early bird gets the shoes! And I guess I have Spencer to thank for the motivation to stalk the malls, and it's a good thing I don't have to clean my skirt and shoes like he did the ducks!