|The cheerleader progresses; duct tape boots. I still have to shorten the skirt.|
This is me HAPPY because he called, because the cheerleader is really coming together and because tonight I have dinner with Dwight at Bacchus. Mostly, though, it’s because Rob called. I am insecure in our relationship, and rather dependent, and he's been MIA for a while.
Tomorrow, the bodice — the front, at least. And then the megaphone. Then it's done and on to the wheat dress until the black aida cloth arrives so that I work on the apron.