I was talking with Nomad on the phone today about painting and going to school and studying and getting a masters, and I was so delighted with what she is thinking of doing, of what she is considering.
I also found myself unpleasantly jealous.
Such a human emotion and such a nasty little poison. I am trying to think of it as a goad for further action.
Problems I have with achieving this sucker are only time, space and money. No biggie.
Pertaining to that theme, we met with the new architect and the city planner to see exactly what we can and cannot do with the house. Seems that should have been done a while ago with architect numero uno, but whatever.
The windows in the front and the back...no problem. WOOT!!!!
The terrace that we want to put up on top can be MUCH larger and can go right to the front of the house! Another big fat WOOOOTTTTT!!!!!
That little room with a view I want to put up on the terrace, so I have a space I can paint in, so the man and I can have a space where we can hang out in any season with a wonderful view. So I can have a space where I can hide.....where guests can stay, or kids can stay when guests of greater seniority arrive and the kids are kicked out of their rooms......that room is a problem.
*deep, noisy, belly-filling inhalation, hold, and exhale*
I have an idea for that one....
The town planner mentioned that we could actually raise the roof almost two meters if we wanted to and put another room upstairs. I briefly toyed with the idea, as we have to redo all the roof anyway. Then I asked for a ball park figure on the cost. 50,000 Euros, or 60 (or more think I), plus we wouldn't get into the house f.o.r.e.v.e.r......plus, it is just too much house. I don't want four bedrooms. It'll be monstrous! This does however mean that we have space above the house we can use.
My current idea, which we have bounced off the architects is to....whew...how to describe this.
OK. Picture a terrace, rectangular. One side of it is filled with a small house that comes about half way up to the front of the terrace. This is where the stairs come up, and where I could be quite content. That little room
The little house can only push forward for the width of a flight of stairs.
OK says I...we push the entire little house back inside the house creating an overhanging intrusion into Eldest's room. The bottom of the room, instead of ending at the wall of her room would actually appear in it, fairly high up. Sort of po-mo-ish, but with a 200 year old Catalan twist. The ceiling of the structure would easily remain within that imaginary (approx) 2 meters of allowable space we have above the house.
If it is done badly it will look like crap, but if it is done well, it will look great. For resale we market Eldest's increasingly 'character' room as a ladies dressing room.....we are putting a sink in anyway, we put in a bunch of shelves before we go and hangers and shoe racks.....you should hear the women here craving walk in closets and dressing rooms.
Women decide on houses. A lot. Me thinks.
The current idea.
It would give me a space......which is where this kind of started out.