Perhaps it’s this wretched cold, or my own penchant for hotter climates (hubby and I just booked our tickets for warmer abodes today, yah! I can’t wait)… whatever the case, I am stuck on this house (and yes… I completely acknowledge that it is not actually our house, as in – we didn’t buy it, we only rented it, though a girl can dream!). There is something about it, which calls to me, especially now – I wish that I could physically transport myself there… so that I could lounge by the pool, sip on some mango caipirinhas and chomp away on homemade Pao De Queijo. Nom.
I love the simple aesthetics of this beach house… the clean lines, the quiet combination of wood and muted colors, complete with an ode to a lush and tropical backyard that surrounds a beautifully manicured pool. When we did have the pleasure of meeting the owner, she told me that she had designed the house herself. A self-proclaimed beach bunny from Rio, she wanted to build the ultimate beach house… “where you can walk into the house with tracks of sand, and not have to worry.” This explains the choice of her granite floors. Is there nothing more peaceful than this well-put-together little house? Take me back there please!
