Like Black Friday for Hippies - Faribault Wool Mill

If you haven't been to the Faribault Woolen Mill, you are missing out.  If you haven't experienced their warehouse sale...with two kids under 5 and no giant bags...you're probably still sane.

This weekend the mill is having their warehouse sale and through wind and rain Ollie, Otto and I made it down the HWY35 corridor to the most beautiful site on earth.  WOOL!

No clue what I was after and with Christmas on the brain I figured this was my one stop shop.

It went like this.

Me: (thought) Full parking lot.
Me: (thought) On no.
Me:  Ollie, prepare.  We're going in.
Ollie: This is taking too long.

(Observe) A sea of people dressed in plaid...sitting on piles of blankets, digging through bins - endless bins - no other strollers.

Me:  Ollie stay here.

Find a camp in which to ditch baby, stroller, 4-year-old and acquired future-heirloom-blankets.

Scurry like Cinderella's mice to find the perfect Christmas gifts for everyone on my list.

Me:  Ollie put these in a pile and guard them.
Ollie:  This is taking too long.

When the mound was larger than said 4-year-old I decided to stop.

Looked up.  The front of the warehouse may as well have been 1 mile away.  Getting the entire show there seemed insurmountable.

Me:  Ollie, snow plow.

Watched him slide everything in plastic across the bare wooden floor.  Carried the rest.

Pay the lady, be helped out to the car by fellow hippies in plaid.  Make plan for next year.

​The result: total blanket envy.  Act surprised my lucky peeps.

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