Sorry about that title. I just wasted 5 mintues of my life googling clever sayings and song titles with the word wood in them. My bucket list is really coming along nicely. Not. I do not have a bucket list and if I did I would come up with a better name for it. Even if it meant I had to spend TEN minutes googling clever sayings and song titles. What does all this have to do with today’s post? Nothing, except those are all words that you are reading in today’s post. capiche?
Anyway, today I’m showing you (an even number of rooms crazy erin) with wood in them. why? because my house is finally looking like it may be close to done and there’s not really much wood anywhere so of course all I want now is wood and I want to redo my house. Let’s do this:
And boom goes the dynamite. I know I’m giving away Christmas right out of the gate with this one but who can resist. It’s magically unstoppable. I want to eat fancy reconfigurations of comfort food at this table until my head explodes. Note, it will explode from laughter because I will probably be hanging out with some really funny people.
After my hilarity laugh riot meal of ecstasy I will climb these stairs to burn off all those calories. ha ha no i won’t. I will turn and look at these stairs and think about what a genius i was for building them.*
*i did not build these stairs. Please do not write and ask me how i did it.**
**some people actually write and ask us dumb shit like this. can you believe it?
This perfect potty belongs to furniture designer J.B. Blunk. He, unlike me with the stairs, carved that sink out of redwood. Write him and ask your goofy questions, weirdos.
This is old and I don’t know what it is but i do know that it is awesome. I do have an obsessive blog partner who can probably tell you who’s house this is, when it was built and how long, down to the minute, they took to furnish it. You can write her too, she loves mail.
picture 1, picture 2, picture 3, picture 4 is unknown source
P.S. I would like to note that 99% of you who write us are awesome and amazing, please don’t take offense to this post. But there is the 1% out there who will email us with questions like “how did you make that couch” without 1. letting me know which couch they are talking about and 2. realizing that I am not, in fact, a couch maker. 99%, keep it coming. Love and kisses
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That staircase makes me wish I could walk on my hands. Or was at least circus athletic.
I was just yesterday remembering that the house I grew up in had an amazing accent wall in the living room that was wood in a herringbone pattern. I think my parents did away with it in a reno, which is such a shame. But I suppose our desire for these things is cyclical, no?
That first one reminds me of a restaurant in NY that is hidden in an alley and filled with taxidermy…name is on the tip of my tongue…hmmm.
Ha totally relate to the emails. Some people are plain rude and demanding. And I’m sure you guys get it worse than me.
Oh and I love wood. Except for those stairs. Awesome looking but too Scary to climb. Can that meet code??
I refuse to be baited by the obvious, and make a ‘that staircase gives me wood’ comment!
You’re welcome!
BTW is it true that you hand carved that sink using only a butter knife?
But I so enjoy reading those random emails — with no link whatsoever to any post — asking me where to find “that bed.” Who? What? Seriously?
I’m happy to answer questions (most of the time… sorry, I get lazy, y’all, but it’s not you — it’s me), but the question must reference an actual thing.
ps: if I could live inside a giant tree, I wood.
ef karly you make me laugh. where’d you get that lamp?
can you make one for me?
This post is NSFW. You crack me up. Keep it coming!
Heather is thinking of Freeman’s (http://www.freemansrestaurant.com/).
I will love that gigantic industrial pendant lamp at Roman & Williams’ place forever and ever.