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Mini Golf and Post- Christmas Knitting

Went on a triple date last night- Brendan and I, our friends Mel and Justin and Anna and their son Cormac. Luckily there is an indoor mini-golf course in Provo because it was snowing- again. Much fun was had by the six of us. Although, I think the fun of everyone else was impeded someone by our presence there. Specifically by the presence of two crazy toddlers running all over the course.
Somebody get those kids off the course!
I'm just excited no one got whacked by a golf club. No comment as to who won. Don't ask. Seriously, don't ask.

Silence please.Who's Winning?

In other news, I think all the last minute Christmas crafting burned me out. I did not craft at all on Wednesday or Thursday. Nothing. No knitting. No crochet. No sewing. I did not even glance towards my crafty supplies. And when I finally started something on Friday- I went about as simple as it gets. The Moderne Baby Blanket from Mason Dixon Knitting. Just one stitch. Over and over and over again. For a long time. With only the occasional color change to liven things up. It is perfect right now. A little mindless knitting to do while I watch movies. No deadline. Not even an intended recipient. A nice calming color scheme. Just something relaxing to keep my hands busy.

Moderne Baby Blanket

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