Everyone seems to think that when it comes to colours, women think in Pantone shades while men are content to call white white and not ivory or pearl or what not. I don’t think that’s true to be honest, because in my family… my dad’s the only one who can have an entire conversation (read argument) on why an orange car is in fact not orange but some shade of rust and try to make us feel bad about it. Here’s hoping that the lit part of this lonely lamp is actually chartreuse! ^^