Woodn't You Like to help Me?

I have spent hours poring over flooring. My eyes have turned to tired squinty slits and my brain can no longer discriminate between oak and stained hickory. My plans to install solid white oak and have it site finished have been dashed by a dastardly concrete floor... and our pocketbook. I'm starting to think wood should be traded on the NYSE.

I'm suffering from wood overload.

I need someone to tell me what to buy: white oak, red oak, stained hickory, brazilian walnut, etc etc. Dark, light, in between. Gloss, semi gloss or low sheen. Thin strip or wide plank.

Help.

I'm drowning in a sea of trees.

Wood on White

Since this is my second post out of three with wood as the theme you dudes shouldn't have to do too much complex mathematics to figure out that I'm going au natural these days.  I know I know, i really want to slap myself upside the head for glancing more favorably towards some hum-drum wood table rather than a gold panther sculpture, but what if I told you I've been looking at the gold panther for 3 years and that I promise not to get rid of any of my other brass?  What if I promised that rather than the dark wood rooms you dudes chose to ignore 2 weeks ago, instead I show you wood surrounded by a sea of white light?  Can we be friends then?

Ok, I'm going to start with this open-air shower because I'm pretty sure you would have to be legally insane not to like it.  Look at that lovely teak floor against those white walls. Ok, if you do not like the counter tops you do not need to be committed, I don't particularly like them either but consider myself fit for life on the outside.

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I'm going to say a big, fat yes to everything in this room with the exception of one item, can you guess what I'm leaving off my wish list?  Um, it's not that killer table

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white + wood.  yes amazing. wish i lived here. blaa blaa blaa

This styling is kooky and really only appropriate for the photo shoot (someone remind me which overseas shelter mag this was) but you have to admit that the space is amazing and we would all collectively give our left arms to live here.  PS I feel the same way about the space in the photo above I just had a moment of laziness.  sue me.

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This Kenyan artist's studio balances white + wood to perfection.  Anyone who's questionable on this one:  stop what you're doing and look around the space you're in right now.  This space is awesome.  The end. (btw I'm typing in the world's ugliest kitchen right now, so this photo is pretty much drool-central for me)

I do not need to insult the perfection that is this space with my stupid commentary.

Kisses to you all bros

PS welcome back erin!

Woodn't this be a great title for a post about Wood

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