One day, I got brave and took my knitting to work with me. At the time, I was working in a hospital pharmacy with a lot of type A personalities. They would make fun of me and ask what I was knitting now. The answer was always socks, usually plain vanilla socks in self striping yarns. Over time, this quirk of mine became the norm and my co-workers would watch my hands to see what colour would appear next in my rapidly progressing socks.
I think this was how sock knitting became second nature to me. I could chat along with co-workers while I turned a heel. I could sit quietly in a group, pretending to be engrossed in my knitting, if I didn't feel like taking part in the conversation. And since this time, I've almost always had a sock on the go. It seems like second nature to me. They can be as complex or straight forward as I would like them to be. Most people I know will wear handknit socks, if nothing else. Even my husband (who doesn't wear the lovely sweaters I have made him thus far because he's "too hot" but he'll wear sweaters from Old Navy) will wear socks that I make him. If he remembers. And I nag. My Baba has a pair of socks that I made her. She keeps them safely in a drawer because they are too nice to wear but I know that she appreciates them. My uncle is diabetic and loves the wool socks that I knit because they keep his feet nice and warm.
And when your daughter asks you for blue socks, you knit them up right away. There's nothing like seeing your Princess light up when you present her with two socks that Mommy made her.
My DPNs are free. Now if that next STR shipment would show up, I could start another pair...