After taking flak from friends about how much white we’d used at 93, husband and I had vowed to add more punch to our palette at 109. Somehow though, we had once again ended up with white walls and wooden floors, despite several experiments with painted 3D wallpaper (since labelled a disaster by husband). So we decided to throw caution to the wind and go for a coloured door. And not just any colour – the brightest yellow I could find. I heart it – looking at it makes me feel warmer, which in the depths of winter can only be a good thing. Think it was a bit of a shock to the neighbours, but I’m sure they’ll learn to love it.