You see, I used to knit socks all the time. Always plain-vanilla socks. I have many pairs still in my own personal sock-rotation, but I've also knit several pairs of socks to give as gifts. (I even knit a pair for Brian once -- which is a huge undertaking, given his size 13 feet!)
They were Socks With a Purpose!
When Erin was in high school, she was active in forensics (competitive public speaking; not the NCIS kind of forensics). Her high school is Very Good in forensics and debate. Very Good. They just won their tenth consecutive state championship in forensics last year. Erin was a member of four of those state championship teams, and, in fact, was the individual storytelling state champion as a senior.
(Sorry. Just had to stick that in there. I didn't blog back then, and this was a Very Big Deal.)
Anyway. Forensics is a very intense, very nerve-wracking "sport." The season is long. The tournaments are long. The pressure is unbelievable (especially when you're a contender for top honors, which Erin was -- each year of high school). And Erin liked me to "be there" with her/for her.
So I was.
Forensics tournaments begin with three preliminary rounds, where all competitors participate and compete against each other (in fourteen separate public speaking events). After those rounds, they cut to 12 semi-finalists. After those rounds, they cut to 6 finalists. And then you wait a long time while all the results are tabulated and winners are announced. It takes all day. It is very intense. (Regional and state tournaments last even longer, with more rounds.)
Erin was always right in there - as a finalist - intense to the bitter end.
What was a mom to do? Why. . . knit through it, of course! Knitting got me through forensics. (Really, I think it was the only thing that kept me sane through all those tournaments and all that stress.)
Socks were the perfect forensic-knitting (in fact, I called them my "foren-socks") because they were portable, somewhat mindless, and small. I used to crank out a couple of pairs each forensics season. But, then, when Erin finished with high school -- and forensics, I put away the sock knitting (mid-sock, truth be told), and I haven't picked it up again!
I'm not sure that I ever will pick it up again, actually. I think there is just too much intensity wrapped up in knitting socks for me now. Four years of "foren-socks" probably just did me in as far as sock-knitting goes.
Socks got me through. . . they served their purpose. But now? I think I'll stick with sweaters.