Well that is what I declared last night at least
As I was wearing my eight year old pair of lace anklets that ....my first pair of socks. I think they were from a Cat Bordhi book, but I can't be sure. I've always knitted going through great spurts at various times in my life, but had not picked up needles for awhile when I lived in Holland in 2003. I took the train to work which was usually crowded and not really conducive to pulling out a beading tray. So I began to knit again in earnest and haven't stopped.
Socks to me are pure love, I guess because you really must be able to knit your own socks or know someone who can. You can buy socks at a store of course but you can't buy handmade socks, and lace ones, well they are the best in my book. I also love short socks, so I always make mine ankle length.
I'd make more socks, but I still have to think about them, I'm not completely natural with the whole heel turning thing. I need to devote some sock learning time and at the moment it isn't in the schedule. But when I do retire, well when I do cut back a bit.....I would really like to knit socks. I might just read novels, cook and make socks for a year, and take long walks on the beach and play with grand baby's. It's nice to contemplate but for the next few years at least I have a full schedule, and then who knows?