I walked back to the rack and thought again.
If that last one wasn’t right, then, what?

Fingering the fabric, I closed my eyes.
Just to be fair. 
Something beautiful then
Made its way, and I decided on that one.
Still with eyes closed, I imagined it
A sea green, or maybe turquise, with beautiful sunset orange accents.

What colour was it, really?
Did it still smell funny?
What happens next?

(Needless to say, I found this evocative and kind of inspiring!)

Hi Julianyway, it’s an interesting comment. Thanks for your poetic response.