When we first saw our place, the agent delighted in telling us about how the previous owner had meticulously sanded back the doors and all the architraves in the hallway by hand. Then stained the woodwork, in a very formal local court kind a way, mahogany. Such a selling point in his eyes, but I remember thinking, I'll have this hallway painted faster than you can say Antique White USA. Well, not quite. It took two years. Then the walls were painted, ahem, Minced Onion. I found the paint tin in the shed. Hmmmmm. Minced Onion. It is not my favourite colour.
Now it's finished I love walking through and breathing in the pure, fresh, shiny white. A clean palette. I think about all the decorating possibilities. A still life here, a vignette there. But I'll take my time before adding anything just yet and enjoy the white clutter free ambiance, which is nowhere else in the house.
And for now it makes a fantastic wheelybug raceway.