WHEN THE MONOCHROME GIRL CHOSE COLOUR I have always been the monochrome girl. It’s been my thing, my signature. People have paid me for it—for creating vignettes, stories, articles, even selling houses through that quiet, sophisticated palette everyone seems to crave. That gentle calm. That considered restraint. That little whisper of I’ve got my life together. And yet, here I am, preparing this house for the market and thinking the unthinkable: Maybe this house needs some colour. And so When the Monochrome Girl chose COLOUR
When the Monochrome Girl Chose Colour
WHEN THE MONOCHROME GIRL CHOSE COLOUR I have always been the monochrome girl. It’s been my thing, my signature. People have paid me for it—for creating vignettes, stories, articles, even selling houses through that quiet, sophisticated palette everyone seems to crave. That gentle calm. That considered restraint. That little whisper of I’ve got my life together. And yet, here I am, preparing this house for the market and thinking the unthinkable: Maybe this house needs some colour. And so 
