It tends to be Swedish houses that give me the biggest dose of house envy. This one is no exception and once again I'm reaching for the white paint. Despite being fully white it somehow feels remarkably cosy. It's 5.30am as I write - the smallest Cub still firmly believes that the early bird catches the worm - and I can't think of anything more heavenly that climbing into that dreamy looking bed right now.
The photos are taken from Lantliv Magazine