This is one of the saddest things that can happen to a knitter.
See that tiny little ball of yarn up in the right corner? That's all that is left. I'm not going to make it to the end. I'm not even close (and I haven't even done the thumb on the first mitt). This is all the yarn I have.
Stephanie Pearl McGee wrote in one of her books that the risk of a knitter running out of yarn in a given project is inversely related to the difficulty it would take to acquire more yarn. If the yarn came from the big box store down the street and they had a ton of it, you could be certain you wouldn't run out. Yarn that came from your local yarn store and they were holding an extra bag for you? You were definitely good. But you were sure to run out of the yarn you bought from a small local coop on a once in a lifetime trip to Italy, no matter how many extra skeins you purchased.
That's more or less my experience here. The pattern (which I highly recommend as a fantastic quick knit that leaves you with fingerless mitts you will not want to take off because of their coziness) assured me that I only needed 1.2 ounces of DK weight yarn. I had 1.8 ounces of yarn and my knitting is dead on gauge. But there you have it, the picture doesn't lie. I'm on the brink of running out.
Is there more yarn you ask? Surely you have more? But I don't. I received the skein in a trade with another knitter years ago, and it was labeled as a "test skein." I dyed it myself. I've tracked down the "today version" of this supplier's DK weight merino yarn and have a couple of skeins headed my way, but I'm concerned that it won't be the same yarn. And although I'm confident I can dye something close, I'm equally sure that in the way of all hand-dyed yarn, it won't be a perfect match. I'm hoping both the yarn and the dyeing will be close enough, but I have that doomed feeling.
It's not the end of the world, right? This is a simple pattern — you could knit up a pair in a day of serious knitting. But I'm quite attached to both this yarn and to these mitts. As cooler days have descended over the last week, I kept trying them on in progress and thinking about how warm and snuggly my hands would be once they were finished. Apparently, it's not meant to be.