Now kinda off topic about women and picking car colors. Funny thing is...my grandparents who are well into their 80'* just bought a new car. It was up to my grandma to pick out the color. Like it was a big deal. I thought it was weird...but that must just be how things were done.
Watch the guy in the body shop match paint, blending it wet, eyeballing the mix and knowing it will dry to a precise match to the slightly faded color on the neighboring panel. Then watch him meet his wife in the furniture store and tremble when faced with a choice between periwinkle and cornflower.