Jade, the colour of the plant on my windowsill. It's looking a bit worse for wear now and is ripe for replacement. I have a terrible habit of clinging onto houseplants for grim death. Way past the point that they add anything to our decor. But somehow, delivering them to the great compost heap in the sky seems beyond me. Maybe this weekend. After one last photo.
Getting rid of the plant must be preying on my subconscious, because walking through town today, I was stopped in my tracks by a pair of patent shoes in the same hue.
I am cursing having seen them, because now I have the wanties. And I'm trying so very hard not to spend any discretionary money.
It's hard to go against your natural impulses.