My father and one of his friends have a thing were they wear the brightest, silliest socks possible when they see each other, which is on Tuesdays. He described his perfect socks as "lairy". I decided to knit him a pair of the loudest, funnest, silliest socks possible.
I knit the one with the wider stripes (on the right in these photos) first, and I found the stripes just too wide. So I knit the second one with the same stripe pattern, but smaller stripes. I was worried I had gone to far, but when I gave them to him he laughed until he cried. the he stopped laughing, looked at them and started again. I'm calling that a win.