I knew better. I knew better. I thought I’d checked. Surely I’d checked.

Maybe eight years ago? Colourmart had a 50/50 aran weight cashmere/cotton yarn at a very good price, and then they put it on sale.

I bought a bunch, and then a bunch more. I made four afghans out of it (note to self: Amy Jessie Lucia Colette) and I pretty much used it up–oh wait there’s more, so I used that, too.

And then the price went up but it was the same best-of of those good fibers, and now it was 66/34 cashmere/cotton. Hey! Washed and wound some of that mill-end up, too, another huge ball ready to go.

Can you see where this is going.

I was about to bind off the top of the afghan and then start in on picking up the sides to match. I compared it to the beginning edge, wondering at how different the gauge was from when I’d started all this, when…

Do you see it.

I suddenly, finally did.

My one consolation is that the slightly beige one has to be the one with more cashmere in it, because cashmere does not naturally come in the bright pure white that sheep’s wool and of course cotton can. And it is cushier. So clearly it was the cashmere-ier yarn at the end and the 50/50 at the start.

I would have mitered the darn corners if I’d known I would have to do all four edges at once.

I could simply get rid of the edgings altogether, though that would make the afghan shorter than I’d prefer and the stockinette green and blue would curl.

But knitting in a backwards direction from the connecting row at the starting edge will jog that whole new part sideways by a half stitch and look funny. (Will a non-knitter notice or care.) But I don’t know that I have enough of the 50/50 to do the whole thing.

Well fudge.