Okay. Last week it was white walls. This week, I'm feeling the green. Dear readers, this is my main source of frustration. I love it all. I love so many different looks. I go to the southwest to visit a friend and suddenly I'm doing all Native American prints and pieces. I meet my husband for lunch at a French cafe and I come home to plan my kitchen makeover en Provence. One night I watch Julie Taymor's Frida, and I buy an Agave for my back patio the following morning. Where does it stop? Anyway... here are those green walls I mentioned earlier. Aren't they serene? Aren't they fresh? You know you want them.