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The QuestPosted Monday, November 19, 2007, at 8:43 AM
A quest is generally something that one can take a lifetime to fulfill. My latest quest didn't take a lifetime - just a Saturday and a break that the Husker game didn't start until later in the day.
Elder daughter is getting married next June. Yes, she will be a lovely June bride. So, naturally, we were on a quest for THE DRESS. Some of you can possibly relate to this quest. You know - you HAVE to find the PERFECT wedding dress.
Elder daughter had been quite persistent on setting up a time when the entire family (oh yes, father-of-the-bride included) could go on this adventure. A recent Saturday was the agreed upon day for the dress quest. We ventured to North Platte to begin the day. We were the first customers in the door.
The quest began in earnest with us perusing the racks and racks of dresses. We looked at styles of dresses and more dresses and more dresses. Strapless, halter tops, cap sleeves, long trains, shorter trains, simple designs to the ones that make you think-good grief how long did it take someone to actually make that. A newer option to me is the added splashes of colors on the gowns. This really can make them unique. Some were just as simple as having a different color of ribbon and others added panels of color to the train.
Right now - let me explain one thing - somehow, I personally missed out of the foo-foo genes that many of you folks have. Sewing wasn't a skill that I was ever interested in. Home Ec wasn't a required class (yes I am not THAT old) and I was a happy camper to take English or Social Studies classes. I cannot explain with any type of accuracy the style or design of THE DRESS.
However, we knew the bride-to-be had found THE DRESS because of the smile on the face and the twinkle in the eye. Excitement gave way to the practical aspect of this quest. You only get a limited number of days when you can actually walk into one of these stores and be honest about being a bride. The bride-to-be knew that and she didn't commit too early because what fun is it to not try on every dang dress you can.
Younger daughter also got into trying on maid-of-honor dresses. That proved to be a parade of colors, materials, and styles. A bonus in the day was finding what may or may not be the bridesmaids dresses.
Now, this is the Husker part of the story. The game was on the radio and father-of-the bride had strict instructions NOT to wear his radio headset into the stores. He always starts listening to most of the pre-game radio shows that go on and on and on. It is one thing when shopping in Wally-world to wear the radio but NOT on the day of the quest.
However, by the time we got to the last store in Loomis, the headset went on and won't you know, the father-of-the-bride got as much attention as the bride-to-be as we walked in because the clerks and some customers all wanted to know what the score of the game was!! This can only happen in Nebraska.
All in all it was a successful quest and even despite not being a Becky- Home-Ecie, I wouldn't have traded that time for all the gold or silver in the world. But someone really needs to explain to me what the heck a french bustle is.
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