My Co-ordinated Life

As I have gotten older I have noticed that more and more of my things "match".

THIS IS NOT INTENTIONAL.

However it may be genetic.

My Mother matches everything. She spent two hours in town looking for tights to match her wedding outfit. It was grey. The shade required, however, was Pewter Grey.

Am I becoming my Mother? I certainly am developing the breastage. And I now know at least four shades of green. One of them is, in fact, Pistachio.

So there.

Although I have yet to figure out what the Hell colour "Rimini Sundance" is.

Help?!