I thought this was supposed to be fun?

I am not in love with knitting today. See this:

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Believe it or not, this is not from the same series of photos I posted previously. I have, in point of fact, knit another dozen or more rows. When you factor in that I have then un-knit that same amount, I should have another couple inches here.

I'm noticing a pattern in my knitting escapades. The same thing happened with the warshrags. Also with the moss grid towel. I obviously think I know the pattern before I have, in fact, internalized it. Except I'm not getting any satisfaction out of solving my mistakes this time.

It makes me wonder. Do you think my husband had a message for me when he bought these?

Or is it a more cosmic one from the Knitting God?