Mom didn't freak out as much as I was hopin' for though. She just went into my room, looked at the green, and said "This isn't as bad as I thought."
WHERE WAS THE HEART ATTACK?
I totally thought she'd flip out, even though I'd prewarned her of the color.
But she'd thought it would be much darker because I'd describd it as wasabi green. She conceded that she still thought it was too bright but it wasn't nearly as bad as she'd anticipated.
So now comes the fun part of moving my furniture back into my room, and then re-assembling everything so I can find it again. Mom should go on another traveling jaunt (she'd been in Nashville the past week) so that I can take my sweet sweet time cleaning, but since she's home I'll have to rush it because all of my furniture is currently stored in her office.