Every January I get a bee under my bonnet to redecorate. New year, fresh look. Our kitchen is a lovely shade of wedding mint green, but it's time for it to go.
I have a dozen shades of grey paint chips on the wall that I've been evaluating. Unable to whittle them down, I asked my husband (who is green colorblind) which he liked best.
He examined the options carefully, appeared bemused for a moment and uttered:
"They're all nice, but they all look exactly like what we've got now."
