I was trolling the aisles of the discount clothing and home store, looking for Heidi, when a woman stepped in front of me, blocking me in. "Excuse me," she said. "Is this too much color?" She gestured at the top she was wearing as she surveyed herself in the mirror on the endcap.
Without pushing past her, I was stuck, so I took a look. The blouse had an orange, brown, and black botanical pattern on a backdrop of ivory. The colors were more muted than loud, and I shrugged and shook my head. "It has kind of an autumn palette," I told her as she fidgeted with the buttons and the waist tie at the bottom. "It's not really that bright."
"What can I wear it with?" she asked me. "Is this white?" she pointed to the background. "Can I wear it with white?"
She was wearing it over her own clothes, a reddish T-shirt and very light, cream-colored pants. It went well enough with them that if she hadn't pointed it out, I wouldn't have known it was not part of her outfit. "You can wear it with those," I said, pointing to her pants.
She poked out her bottom lip and tilted her head, considering my feedback. "But what else will it go with?"
"Maybe black?" I suggested. "In the fall?"
"Does it fit me?" she continued, "because I don't have to buy it if it doesn't look good." She scowled, and I took a step back.
"I think so," I answered. "The seam of the shoulder matches your shoulder." I pointed. "It's kind of flowy, but it's not unflattering."
"Thank you," she said, stepping aside, but never taking her eyes off herself in the mirror.
"You're welcome," I told her, and spotting Heidi not too far away, hurried in that direction.
I have no idea what she decided.
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