I am such a sucker for someone drooling over the socks I wear. I immediately offer to make them a pair. And that's how this pair of socks came about. My daughter's sister-in-law saw my 70th birthday socks I had knit for myself and said "I wish someone would knit me a pair of socks." She lamented that her mother had taught her how to darn and mend, but not how to knit. And thus Sandy's socks came about. They were knit with an old hank of hand-dyed yarn (thanks to my daughter) and US 1-1/2 (2.50 mm) needles.
Knit on merrily.