Little bumps, little bumps!
I haven't looked at every single page of every single vintage knitting magazine that was under my tree, but I have looked at most -- at the very least, I've read the covers and the tables of contents. I found sock patterns in only one magazine -- the very earliest issue of Vogue Knitting Book (pictured here yesterday). I think there was a nearly 50-year drought in the publication of sock patterns -- and now they're everywhere.
I did find, among the general techniques in some of those magazines, illustrated instructions for weaving together the toes of socks. I also saw (but have not yet thoroughly read) directions for mending knitted items, with specific mention of socks.
My stepmom has been knitting socks for my dad, using a combination of both machine and hand knitting, for quite a few years. Among other things, like the type of fiber used, Dad never likes where the toe seam falls on commercial socks.
At our family gift exchange on Christmas Eve, one of my sisters received some long underwear from another. Along with specific discussion regarding the long underwear and this particular sister (who is probably the most particular about the way things fit, especially that there is enough ease, if not roominess), there was general discussion about sizing and how things should fit, eventually leading to the subject of constrictive and/or restrictive clothing, which led to the sharing of experiences by various family members, the most favorite of which involves my niece.
It is well known among us that my niece would not wear tights when she was little and she was quite particular about the fit of any kind of pants, or anything, really, that went around her waist. I did not know that she was also a stickler regarding the fit and feel of her socks... The hysteria was palpable as my brother-in-law recalled the many times they'd be nearly ready to go, my 3-year-old niece all bundled up by the back door, crying, "Little bumps, little bumps, little bumps..." They'd remove the footwear, adjust the socks, and try, try again... It's those little things, when the kids are little, that sometimes make you want to throw yourself off a cliff, but which make for such good laughs many Christmas Eves later...
And yes, folks, it's a finished Petrified Jaywalker! The second one has been started and I'm already several rows into the pattern.