Descrewed

I ripped the two endless rows of Jane's shrug and I reknit them. Total productivity of the day is thus zero. And there's almost no difference overall - that's the joy of knitting. Only you know that it's totally screwed and nobody would notice... but it's you who would sleep badly knowing that there's something wrong.
I'm going to parents' for the weekend. Means that I'll spend three hours on the train today. I guess I'll grab some movie to watch on the train (need to print something from my laptop there anyway) and I'll knit something plain idiotic. The holiday sweater which I haven't touched since I came back from Italy seems to be the best option.