I hate decorating so much we did it precisely once. After spurning the magnolia wood-chip, it's a homeownership right of passage. After about three weeks where we managed to cover every surface, ourselves included, with cheap B&Q emulsion (eventually we gave up, about 80 coats too late and ponied up the cash for the one-coat stuff that actually made our house look less like a scene from Fantastic Voyage in only two further coats). Painting Artex ceilings? It's like a white out blizzard of emulsion. Don't get me going on woodwork, we did one perfect door, which took about a week and wasn't, in retrospect, very perfect. After that, we figured getting the pain near the door was good enough. The weeks spent cleaning brushes and rollers then giving up and going to the shop to buy new ones. There was never, ever quite enough paint to finish a room. It would always run out with half a wall to complete. The next tub would be a slightly different shade, forcing you to repaint the wall, run out of paint and repeat. There was precisely one Saturday evening when we had fun, that was day 1, look at us, we're painting our own house. Our own house! There was drinking involved. The next day we had to redo everything. I suspect the current owners may wonder at the message CLARE IS A MONKEY in block letters still faintly visible in the right light along the hallway wall.
Not to mention the horrible wooden paneling they'd put along the bottom half of the wall. Off that comes! Along with the underlying plaster. We glued it back on and simply applied yet more paint.