We got giddy and painted the innards of our first house pink. I think it was supposed to be peachy, which in itself was a bad idea, but basically, once on the walls, it was like living in a floodlit vagina.
To the point, we had to paint over it (discovering the process that cheap white emulsion is cheap for a reason, eighty-two coats later, we gave up and bought the expensive stuff and finally banished our gynaecological colour scheme).
Saw the house recently on some property website, now suffering from a pointless extension, like an erection in a strip club it's probably of little use. They turned the former kitchen into a tiny office and the living room into a kitchen-diner-living room thing that ate half the garden because modern living is kitchen smells. Very white and very pointlessly contemporary. Oh look, a skylight. Just admit it's a tiny house. Yours for about £650k.