Everyone has their own holiday traditions. I’m fairly certain that is universal regardless of what you celebrate at this time of year. We all do something that helps to make the holiday our own. Sometimes those traditions change over the years, and sometimes we add new ones.
This year my BFF started a new tradition in her home for her children involving 24 little lovely crafted handknit socks. Sometime last year, my friend explained that she wanted to make an Advent Calender for the kids out of little stockings to hang by their fireplace. She set herself a goal of two socks a month and then raided my sock yarn ends that have started to
take over my flat collect from the Epic Blanket of Insanity.
And then she started knitting. Every time I saw her she was knitting one of those damn socks. I have to give her serious Kudos at this point. With two kids under the age of four at home, I think she used almost every spare second of her knitting time to make these socks. Me? Can’t say it would have happened. But then again, and I make no secret of this, I have the attention span of a gnat when it comes to my knitting projects and so things take way longer than they should to finish. If I’d been in charge of knitting that for them, they might have received it in time for next year, or maybe this year in little groups of four or five and then I would make myself insane trying to finish the rest of them on time. But not Miz K, all 24 socks were in fact finished by December 1st and ready to be hung.
There was however a brief moment of panic when she thought she had either miscounted or lost three socks. And of course she discovered that while hanging the other socks up. After a few moments of Miz K preparing to throw herself off a sheep, (I envision this being the knitterly version of jumping off a cliff), and madly trying to make three more socks in record time, she instead looked in the few places that it seemed logical for three little knitted socks to migrate to; the bottom of the stroller, diaper bag, purse, and other project bags. A few minutes later she texted back to let me know that she had found them and in that moment all was right in the world of tiny knitted socks. Then all 24 stocking were hung by the chimney with care and her incredibly fortunate children woke up to a treat.
Each little sock was knit on 2.5 mm needles. She cast on 40 stitches and knit top down. They are essentially a very tiny, plain, straight forward sock. It’s a basic heel flap and a grafted toe.
It’s twenty four days of her children having little surprises to wake up too and yummy chocolate to have as a treat. And twenty four days that her children won’t really appreciate until they are a little older and they realize that not every child has people who knit things for them all the time. But until that happens, this is a great memory for them to be building.