I don't know what I would do without socks on my needles. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I turn to them less and less. A lace shawl (or a small colorwork project) turns my eye and I try to do it in the car, at my knitting group, while reading blogs, while watching a fascinating DVD, or while I spend time with my family.
These are incompatible despite my best efforts. When my child or my partner asks for my attention while I have a shawl in my hands, I just get frustrated with them both--ruining the lace and the relationship at the same moment. They both can take hours to repair.
Socks are the answer. Plain old stockinette socks.
David needs socks too. He has recently finished one of his 6x2 ribbed socks down to the kitchenering and the other, in his knitting bag, is past the heel:
Have you answered the Pointy Sticks call for sock stories yet?