Millicent blinked. No knitter would allow someone else to do a yarn swap for them, least their clueless son. Hell, if she hadn't brought the good stuff Flint would probably happily trade the most gorgeous of alpaca for acrylic so scratchy you wouldn't even wipe yourself with it.
"Right," she said. "Okay..."
She broke off when the yarn was put down in front of her. Who could keep a conversation going when three baskets of delicious yarn was yours to rummage through? Not her, that much was for sure.
She grabbed a hank and held it up to the light. "Oh this is gorgeous," she said. "So evenly spun. Is it two plies or three?" She paused. "Wait, you probably don't know that. But oh! I wish she was here, I always wanted to know more about spinning."
There was more. Bright colours, Millicent loved bright colours. The more the better. She spotted a skein of variegated yarn, going all the way from purple to blue to green.
She squealed. "Oh my God, this is amazing! Are you sure your Mum isn't around? I need to know how she did this."