As I sit in my beloved knitting chair in my craft room, I look around and notice the pale lime green throw over my feet, as well as my pale lime green coat sitting on the book case. I also spot the lime pale green pillow on the floor and I realize I have become my mother.

I grew up in a lime green house. I wish I could show you a picture. It was a pale green with a slight florescent hue to it. Mom always said, they never got the color just right, she didn't like it so florescent, but a pretty pale lime. We also had a room which we called the "green room" which would have served as a dinning room in most houses, in ours it sometimes served as my fathers office and other times as a room with a couch and a desk that went unused. The carpet was the same light lime green as the house. I always thought to myself. I will not ever decorate with that color green!

Yet here I sit and look around myself as I knit, surrounded by that very same green, and it makes me very happy as I think of my family up north.