It’s a woodtastic wonderland here at Casa Erin. The crappy tile has been ripped out of our kitchen and beauteous new wood floors are going in as I write this. Right now we’re living in a dust laden war zone, draped in plastic sheeting that has transformed our once innocent abode into a crime scene straight out of Dexter, but I know it’s going to be worth it. I’ll be sure to do the big reveal when the floors are finished next week, but until then here’s a sneak peek to tide you over:
Aren’t you jealous? Don’t you wish you could wash dishes in the bathroom sink just like me? By the time this adventure is finished, I’m going to weigh 8,000 pounds from eating takeout every day, but that’s another story. Today’s story is about wood lust, not wood dust.
I’ve always loved wood. In its most elemental form it speaks of the trees from which it was hewn, reminding me of the Pecan Orchard I grew up tending.
Sadly, we did not have giant moose on the farm. This absence remains a travesty of my childhood for which I shall never forgive the latitude of my upbringing.
On the other hand, who needs moose or a farm when one could have a giant shiny faceted end table thingie? I like the way wood softens modern materials and relates interior to exterior, and Suzy Hoodless is a master of that balance.
This cozy bedroom photographed by Annie Schlecter makes me rethink my hatred of the horrid wood paneling trend from the 70s (laminate not allowed!). If I didn’t already have wood floors, I would copy this room right down to the hot little pendant sconces. It just looks so enviably clean. And dust free.
Je deteste that table and those chairs, but the knotty pine paneling reminds me of my naughty youth.
And then there’s this sexy number found via the inimitable blog, If the Lampshade Fits. Check out that hourglass figure. Hubba hubba!
Why stop at wood walls when you can have it all? And by “all,” I mean the most amazing house of wood, ever.
This little gem comes courtesy of my super seventies deco bible, Living Spaces, and I love the way the inside connects with the breathtaking views of the great outdoors. Skiing anyone? (I think my unborn fetus is foolishly raising a tiny hand.)
Meanwhile, for some spaces a little dab will do, like this gorgeous Riad in Marrakech. That glossy black door is my new inspiration for our exterior entry, since I now realize it could be fantastic with our rustic split rail fence.
Oh, what a feeling… when we’re using wood planks on the ceiling. A nice change from the ubiquitous wood flooring, I think. Not that I’m in any position to hate on wood floors right now.
Although not the most practical in terms of cleaning, I do love wood ceilings with white floors. It’s like the world got tuned upside down.
And wood helps to keep white spaces from going sterile, although that table on casters has definite medical potential. And do you see the console table on casters in the background??? I NEED IT. I’m thinking of cultivating a new entirely mobile lifestyle. My kid is sure to love it. Post to come someday.
No self respecting post on wood would be complete without a touch of the rustique. While it’s not really my style, I do think using logs to create an indoor tent of softly canopied fabric is a pretty genius idea.
This tiny touch of woodsy eye candy comes courtesy of my man, Per Ranung. Is it me, or is there something a bit sinister about those knotted sheets hanging from rafters? That’s probably why I like it.
Alrighty friends, It’s time for me to inspect our own masterpiece in the making and attempt to contain the dirt damage. I can’t wait to give you the full report next week, but until then, Happy Weekend!