On Friday night, I started feeling kinda ick. That lasted pretty much through the weekend. Not only did the dude and I not get through our list, I didn't do much stitching. (Though I did try to catch up on my blog reading--you may still find me making comments on your posts from early December.) I also didn't think about my sparkly life. I was completely preoccupied willing my stomach to stop feeling so gross.
Since I stitched this guy's head twice, I think I made decent progress given the circumstances.