I'm researching a story about sock knitting, which is ironic given that I don't get it. Though I've made several pairs, mostly for the men in my life, I can't get around the fact that socks go on your feet. Feet are gross.
They're also not terribly public. A sweater is seen, touched and applauded. Socks? Like a pretty bra strap straying from beneath a tank.
I don't think socks are trivial or easy; a young woman in our knitting guild was knitting a lovely lace pair recently, lamenting, she lacked the skills to knit a sweater.
"Dude," I said, "if you can knit lace socks, you can knit a sweater!"
In the course of my research, I encountered a proselytizer. Anyway, the gauntlet, er, socklet has been thrown. Will there be another born-again sock knitter in your midst? Stay tuned.