Funny story.  Over the summer we took the kids to one of those paint your own pottery places, where you paint the stuff, leave it, they fire it, and then you come back in a couple days and pick up the finished piece.  Well, way back when I was pregnant with our first kid, I went to one of those places with friends and made a coffee cup for myself.  Now, years later, it's been dropped, hit, bumped around and there are cracks and chips in it (apparently they don't have the highest quality dishware at those places).  So I wanted a new coffee cup. 

When we went, I picked out a new cup that was almost like my old, giant one.  I painted it in colors that I thought would be pretty.  It's a speckly white with a turquoise rim and turquoise polka dots, then the inside and the handle are a purplish muave color.  I'd show you a picture, but when we were boxing up things to move the cord for the camera apparently got packed because I can't find it anywhere to download pictures.  So just use your imagination. 

Here's the funny part.  About a 2 weeks ago I was wearing my favorite tank top and drinking coffee and I noticed that my coffee cup matches my tank top.  Yep.  I somehow managed to match the colors- perfectly- to my favorite tank.  How funny is that?  I wasn't even wearing it when we painted, but I guess subconsciously I really liked those colors.  Crazy.