The first time I tried to make socks was very shortly after I started knitting. The yarn was so fine I could barely see the stitches and the needles were not only tiny but how the heck was I supposed to deal with five at the same time? Didn’t two give me enough grief? After spending about two hours redoing the first five rows I handed the yarn over to my mother-in-law, the expert sock maker, breathed a sigh of relief, and moved on to other projects.
After spending a few years doing other projects and learning along the way I decided I may have been a little hasty swearing off socks and decided to give it another go. I’m rather glad I did. Socks are interesting to knit, fit the practical rule, and are small enough that they provide semi-reasonable instant gratification. Going back I might not do stripes on the first go since the carrying and joins were an added complication, but I really do love them. Pattern is once again from the Harry Potter knitting book. Piper, the intended recipient, picked the colors. She is happily wearing her brand-new socks as I type.