I would look past the plain white ones and the grey ones with color on the heel (how boring) and put on my fun, funky, bright socks.
When my Dad went into hospice back in February, and he became very cold one-day, I grabbed my funky socks from my overnight bag and put them on his feet.
My intention was that these socks stay on for the night (to keep him warm); however, these socks were worn each day, unless we changed them out for a wash.
I let her know that there were no holes…they were only showing some tender loving wear and that my goal was to hold out for a few weeks in the hopes of more fun, funky socks!