This perfectly imperfect architectural element has me rethinking everything I have ever loved and sought after in my own dream house. White ceilings have always been a must in my mind but lately I’ve been focused on how wonderful a slatted beamed, raw white wood, open ceiling would be to either recreate or uncover in our next home. Not meaning to sway towards Fixer Upper shiplap status, but kinda, if that makes sense. Adding something interesting over our heads that gives texture and linear beauty to an otherwise blank and boring surface sounds like something i could get on board with. This rustic side is fighting with my minimalist side but I feel OK about it because of the crisp white monochromatic beachy/MCM- ness of it all.
When I fall in love with a home, 99% of the time it’s because of its charm. Those little quirky bumps and grooves that are unique and special to that one particular house. Whether its hand carved moldings or wainscoting, crystal door nobs, original tile and stone, gouged hardwood floors or uneven plaster walls, the things that tell a story of wear and tear and love, that show its age, that give it a layer of craftsmanship that can’t otherwise be replicated, that’s what makes my heart flutter. These white open beamed ceilings that I keep running into also of course fall into this charming characterization. This is rustic but not in a dirty barn, french country kind of way. When its clean and sleek, painted white and fades away, it really is amazing modern bohemian natural beach shack goodness for me.
