Precisely my favorite shade of green. It never occurred to me to call it "olive" (rather than "umm...a sort of army, mossy, nearly poopy green") until a sweet but clueless dad and his disgruntled daughter at Old Navy asked for my assistance in finding an "olive" dress. Apparently they were taking pictures and he insisted they all wear head-to-toe olive. The dress she picked out was strapless, so he wanted to find a matching olive sweater for it. I tried to talk the man into a nice khaki, but they decided it would be less trouble to just buy her a strapless bra. Might as well, it is an essential wardrobe staple.
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