From day 8 What is the room missing?

   I still can't make any work at my room since my back isn't completely well, but I hope it will be ready in the end of the next week. In the meantime, I go there and sigh, you know, I can't wait to have my space ready to roll!

  The funny thing is that in the middle of the cure I was so excited because I could see that I was moving really quick and I was ahead of the schedule. Before the painting weekend I was already painting!

The above picture must not seem much but it was after a lot of sorting and scrubing!

At this point I was doing a lot of things at the same. Bringing things in and taking things out. 

But, life gets in the way (or life is the way!) and some days I couldn't work in the room and make some progress. But if it wasn't for that, I surely wouldn't be blogging about the cure, which has been really great to do. I can now understand the boom of the blogs years ago, we should all really be blogging. About E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G really. Talking about writing and sharing, can I tell you a little about my background? When I was born I lived in an apartment in the center of the town. Until I was 6. Then my parents bought the house to where is the room you can see above. It is in the historic center of the town (where most of my ancestors lived too). Just meters away from the arabic castle (where I sometimes went to play) and all the traditional stores. When they bought the house (which has 12 room I think) most of them were in terrible condition. The house has more than one entry and in the beginning and for a while we were using just a part of the house. Through the years, not just in the beginning, we kept find great things in the house. There is an antique gothic arch in the exterior wall that was found in the remodelation and now appears in the town postcards. Years later my father spent an entire night scraping (sorry again, is this the term? just with a pointy hammer beating walls and ceiling so the old paint comes off and reveals the wall) one of the rooms that had (and as) a round ceiling because suddenly we thought that maybe it was round for some reason. It was. It part of an antique mesquite. Pre-medieval! The house had later been built around it.

I remember like it was today one night just before we moved, when my parents were still moving our belongings to the house. We were all five in the main living room, there was this beautiful silence, everything was so clean and the wood floor had been replaced by my mother and my grandfather and the whole house had a fresh perfume of paint and wax. The huge glass and wood windows were open and a soft street light was entering the living room. The only piece there was the big rug on the floor. We all, me, my father, my mother and my two big sisters laying on the floor, just talking, looking at the wood ceilings. Everything was a promise. I also remember that we were promised a room for each other and some how it just happened years later. That why I remember three beds in a bedroom, me and my sisters beds, and I remember how much I wanted a space of my own and at the same time how else would we may have had those same nights talking, sharing stories, playing? How else would we be talking about sweets and deserts, when we were supposed to be asleep, until none of us could sleep just thinking about the perfect chocolate cake.

I don't have kids yet, but I do think that probably it won't be that bad if I can't afford a bedroom for each of them :)

They say that sooner or later we all quote our mother. So I must repeat a great piece advice she gave me when I moved out years ago (not knowing I'll be here again). Why put everything in cardboxes like everyone else? Nothing makes a moving smoother than to just put things in baskets and transport them like that to the new house. The truth is that not always is possible, specially if you are using a moving service for example. But if it possible, just put things in baskets, covered and protected with linings and fabric or paper. Storing things in cardboxes makes you work twice, packaging and unpackaging. I do have a lot of stuff already and when I had to move I must confess that I used or two cardboxes, but the rest? In baskets. And suddenly in two days you are already at home. And if you need something before you start settling down is just so easy to find. 

All the houses that I lived after this one, were always old houses. When I went to Lisbon to study and live, I went to live at this very small pied à terre (groundfloor) where I could listen the old lady above me brooming her house. It was on the bohemian artistic neighborhood Bairro Alto. I was so happy there. The house had almost nothing. The living room/ bedroom had a sommier as a bed, and where guests would sit too, a velvet heart shaped large stool (say nothing, I'm embarassed!) and a triangular wooden vintage mirror. And an orange rug and books. Oh, and a small déco table, one that my mother gave me before I left. She told me "You don't want to take this table to your house? You must take it. And if one day you find yourself without money you just take it, it's not heavy, and you go sell it. There are plenty of antiques shop near your house.". I never sold it.

The kitchen was full of pottery, mismatched plates and pots and pans. It is the simpler and emptier house I ever lived and the one who was always full of people. Eating. Nothing made me happier than to cook a dinner for twenty persons. Although some of them maybe weren't that happy with the fact that I was very enthusiastic with adding chili and curry to everything back then!

(work in progress!)

So the post was about assignment 8, I'm sorry! "What is the room missing?". That would be easier for those rearranging a room already decorated.
Since my room is missing almost everything, I'll point out that: it needs more points of light (not just ceilling light), a work table, rugs, and cushions. In the end a beautiful big bunch of flowers. For now I've been picking some lavender and other wild things from the backyard in putting them in a tiny jar.

Since I don't have a budget to spend in the beginning I bought a pottery mug. It made me feel very inspired. There is a store near the house where this so incredibly blond lady sells pottery that comes straight from the factory but didn't made the cut to the stores (minor flaws). So this is my inspiration piece. A grés green pottery mug. It was 0,90 euro. It really helps me remember the organic simple feel I want the room to have. And also to picture myself having coffee and tea in there.

What is the room missing? Since I'm so nostalgic I think it's people I can laugh with. It's a workspace but I'll make them a tea and cookies. No curry added, I promise!