Just last week, literally last week, I told a stitching friend that socks intimidate me. Not the wearing, although given a choice I'd only ever wear sandals and leave my toes free, just the making. And not because of the difficulty but because I'm a slow enough knitter and it's encouraging for me to see progress on my projects.
Then I went to a yarn fire sale (yarn never goes on sale, and this was just crazy) and came home with supplies enough for several upcoming projects, and sock yarn. Pretty purple sock yarn.
(not this time, but for future - knitting one sock inside the other.)