For reasons*, we painted the living room of our first house a rather off-putting pink. It was like being inside a really big salmon. I can't speak for Jonah, but the sensation of cohabiting in the gastrointestinal tract of a sea creature wasn't quite what we'd planned.
So we bought a giant tub of the cheapest white emulsion available to humanity because it's just white, innit.
Four weeks, fifteen tubs, and six hundred and eighty-four coats later, we thought fuck it, and bought the most expensive cans of white emulsion available and killed that bloody salmon.
*the sort of giddy idea you only have when you are straight outta rental and rebelling against the forces of magnolia woodchip.