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!