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I used to be very against the use of white in interior decorating. My parents painted their whole house white inside when we moved to a new house and I insisted that my room was the same shade of bright green that it was in the old house.

But gradually, I’m beginning to appreciate a white walled house. Perhaps because the last house we rented was a bit heavy on the peach (another reoccurring theme, every house I’ve lived in since 1999 has had an orange room that I detested), so it’s nice to feel a bit neutral.

Plus, it means I come across still lives like this, every so often.