Frequently my mother finishes beautiful handknit socks. They are all very colorful. As soon as she is finished with the last stitch, we hurry outside and she has my sister or me model them. This however is only the beginning of a very long process, through which the socks go to become official handknit socks. After the modeling, they stay on the model, and are worn throughout the rest of the day. They go through some pretty hard drills in that time. We begin with the absolutely mandatory sliding around on the wood floors. The softer the sock, the better. Then the sock might be taken on it's first trip to the supermarket or some similar outing. In this exercise it becomes familiar with some of our local shoes. After returning home, they will most likely go through a vigorous routine of various dances. Including but not limited to, ballet and hip hop. There is usually a little yoga thrown in as well. They are worn during homework. At this time they get stretched and pulled and are often found hanging from a toe. By the end of the day they are strewn haphazardly across the floor, waiting for their first washing. They are sometimes worn to bed by my sister, and kicked off during the night. The next morning they may be worn under big hairy pink slipper boots, and found in the kitchen looking for breakfast.
I hope this has given you some insight into the hardships that our socks go through. Have a happy Socktober, and goodbye.