Around 5,000 stitches in, an acute awareness began to develop in the knitter's mind. "Holy Cannoli," she said aloud to no one in particular. "Dammit! There won't be enough of the green from this hank to finish this never ending block." There was only the dog to hear her mild oaths and he only cares about the knitter running out of cookies. He looked at the knitter oddly, sighed, and with certain knowledge that his treats weren't in question, he went back to sleep.
The knitter wasn't wrong about the looming yarn shortage, and she was aware that of all of the Elsebeth Lavold Silky Yarn that she'd purchased, only the green was in separate dye lots. At the time she'd thought that it wouldn't matter if the blocks weren't knit side by side, and indeed, it wouldn't. Nobody would have noticed. She tried the next best thing and began to alternate the new dye lot with the already in progress lot in an effort to get the two yarns to appear to blend.
In the afternoon light, all looked fairly decent and the knitter fell into a comfort zone, feeling rather smug that despite being from separate dye lots, the yarns were looking identical. Taking a step back to marvel at her ingenuity, the illusion created by a man made light fell apart.
The knitter is crying into her wool now and making a complete mess of things.
Please tell her it doesn't matter. The sophisticated babe won't care. Neither will its mother. Truth be told, the knitter can't bear the thought of ripping out more than 6,000 stitches that has taken her days to create.