She thought they were just whipping up pancakes, but instead, she walks into this…
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When Tess Morgan's son came home with a tattoo, she was griefstricken. She knew her reaction was OTT (he's 21) but it signalled a change in their relationship
Put out the bunting, crack open the beers, stand there in the kitchen smiling from ear to ear, because hes home our student son is home and the family is together again. And after supper, after the washing up is done, the others his younger siblings drift off to watch television, and he says: Would you like to see my tattoo?
I say, Youre joking.
He says, No, Im not.
But still I wait. Any minute hes going to laugh and say, You should see your faces because this has been a running joke for years, this idea of getting a tattoo the hard man act, iron muscles, shaved head, Jason Statham, Ross Kemp. Hes a clever boy. Maybe during his school years he thought a tattoo would balance the geeky glory of academic achievement.
His father says, Where?
On my arm, he says, and touches his bicep through his shirt.
His lovely shoulder.
In the silence, he says, I didnt think youd be this upset.
After a while, he says, It wasnt just a drunken whim. I thought about it. I went to a professional. It cost 150.
150? I think, briefly, of all the things I could buy with 150.
Its just a tattoo, he says, when the silence goes on so long that we have nearly fallen over the edge of it into a pit of black nothingness. Its not as if I came home and said Id got someone pregnant.
It seems to me, unhinged by shock, that this might have been the better option.
His father asks, Does it hurt?
Yes, I say, cutting across this male bonding. It does. Very much.
For three days, I cant speak to my son. I can hardly bear to look at him. I decide this is rational. The last thing we need, I think, is an explosion of white-hot words that everyone carries around for the rest of their lives, engraved on their hearts. In any case, Im not even sure what it is I want to say. In my minds eye I stand there, a bitter old woman with pursed lips wringing my black-gloved hands. Hes done the one thing that Ive said for years, please dont do this. It would really upset me if you did this. And now its happened. So theres nothing left to say.
I know you cant control what your children do. Why would you want to, anyway? If you controlled what they did, youd just pass on your own rubbish tip of imperfections. You hope the next generation will be better, stronger, more generous. I know all you can do as a parent is to pack their bags and wave as you watch them go.
So I cry instead. I have a lump in my throat that stops me from eating. I feel as if someone has died. I keep thinking of his skin, his precious skin, inked like a pig carcass.
My neighbour says, Theres a lot of it about. So many teenagers are doing it. I stare at pictures of David Beckham with his flowery sleeves, Angelina Jolie all veins and scrawls. Tattoos are everywhere. They seem no more alternative than piercings these days. But I still dont understand. Sam Cam with her smudgy dolphin, the heavily tattooed at Royal Ascot these people are role models?
My niece had doves tattooed on her breasts, says a friend, And her father said, you wait, in a few years time theyll be vultures.
Its the permanence that makes me weep. As if the Joker had made face paints from acid. Your youthful passion for ever on display, like a CD of the Smiths stapled to your forehead. The British Association of Dermatologists recently surveyed just under 600 patients with visible tattoos. Nearly half of them had been inked between the ages of 18 and 25, and nearly a third of them regretted it.
I look up laser removal. Which is a possibility, I think miserably, that only works if you want a tattoo removed. And Im not in charge here. My son is.
My husband asks, Have you seen it yet?
I shake my head. Like a child, I am hoping that if I keep my eyes tightly shut the whole thing will disappear.
Its his body, he says gently. His choice.
But what if he wants to be a lawyer?
Or an accountant.
Hell be wearing a suit. No one will ever know. And he doesnt want to be a lawyer. Or an accountant.
I know. I know.
I meet a colleague for lunch. He knew how much it would hurt me, I say, tears running down my face. For years Ive said, dont do it. Its there for ever, even after youve changed your mind about who you are and what you want to look like. Youre branded, like meat. It can damage your work prospects. It can turn people against you before youve even opened your mouth.
She says, Tell him how you feel.
But I cant. For a start, I know Im being completely unreasonable. This level of grief is absurd. Hes not dying, he hasnt killed anyone, he hasnt volunteered to fight on behalf of a military dictatorship. But I feel as though a knife is twisting in my guts.
I get angry with myself. This is nothing but snobbery, I think latent anxiety about the trappings of class. As if my son had deliberately turned his back on a light Victoria sponge and stuffed his face with cheap doughnuts. I am aware, too, that I associate tattoos on men with aggression, the kind of arrogant swagger that goes with vest tops, dogs on chains, broken beer glasses.
Is this what other women feel? Or perhaps, I think, with an uncomfortable lurch of realisation, just what older women feel. I stand, a lone tyrannosaurus, bellowing at a world I dont understand.
Tattoos used to be the preserve of criminals and toffs. And sailors. In the 1850s, the corpses of seamen washed up on the coast of north Cornwall were strangely decorated with blue, according to Robert Hawker, the vicar of Morwenstow initials, or drawings of anchors, flowers or religious symbols (Our blessed Saviour on His Cross, with on the one hand His mother, and on the other St John the Evangelist). It is their object and intent, when they assume these signs, says Hawker, to secure identity for their bodies if their lives are lost at sea.
Tattoos, then, were intensely practical, like brightly coloured smit marks on sheep.
Perhaps even then this was a fashion statement, a badge of belonging. Or just what you did after too much rum. Later, the aristocracy flirted with body art. According to the National Maritime Museum in Greenwich (they know a lot about tattoos), Edward VII had a Jerusalem cross on his arm while both his sons, the Duke of Clarence and the Duke of York (later George V), had dragon tattoos. Lady Randolph Churchill, Winstons mum, had a snake on her wrist.
But you can do what you like if youre rich.
On day three, still in a fog of misery, I say to him, Shall we talk?
We sit down with cups of coffee. I open my mouth to speak and end up crying instead. I say, You couldnt have done anything to hurt me more.
He is cool and detached. He says, I think you need to re-examine your prejudices.
I think, but I have! Ive done nothing else for three days! But I dont say that because we arent really talking to each other. These are rehearsed lines, clever insults flung across the dispatch box. (This is what comes of not exploding in anger in the heat of the moment.)
I say, Why couldnt you have waited until youd left home? Why now when youre living here half the year?
Its something Ive been thinking about for a long time. There didnt seem any reason to wait.
Which makes it worse.
Im an adult, he says. I paid for it with my own money. Money I earned.
But were supporting you as well, I think. As far as I know, you dont have separate bank accounts for your various income streams. So who knows? Maybe we paid for it. If you dont want to see it, thats fine, he says. When Im at home, Ill cover it up. Your house, your rules.
In my head, I think, I thought it was your house, too.
He says, Im upset that youre upset. But Im not going to apologise.
I dont want you to apologise, I say. (A lie. Grovelling self-abasement might help.)
He says, Im still the same person.
I look at him, sitting there, my 21-year-old son. I feel Im being interviewed for a job I dont even want. I say, But youre not. Youre different. I will never look at you in the same way again. Its a visceral feeling. Maybe because Im your mother. All those years of looking after your body taking you to the dentist and making you drink milk and worrying about green leafy vegetables and sunscreen and cancer from mobile phones. And then you let some stranger inject ink under your skin. To me, it seems like self-mutilation. If youd lost your arm in a car accident, I would have understood. I would have done everything to make you feel better. But this this is desecration. And I hate it.
We look at each other. There seems nothing left to say.
Over the next few days, my son always covered up talks to me as if the row had never happened. I talk to him, too, but warily. Because Im no longer sure I know him.
And this is when I realise that all my endless self-examination was completely pointless. What I think, or dont think, about tattoos is irrelevant. Because this is the point. Tattoos are fashionable. They may even be beautiful. (Just because I hate them doesnt mean Im right.) But by deciding to have a tattoo, my son took a meat cleaver to my apron strings. He may not have wanted to hurt me. I hope he didnt. But my feelings, as he made his decision, were completely unimportant.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
I am redundant. And thats a legitimate cause for grief, I think.
Does your partner mistake the shells of pistachio nuts for seashells? Perhaps they lock the keys of their padlock TO their padlock so they don’t lose them? Or maybe they make you cheese sandwiches for lunch without taking the plastic off first?
If you answered yes to any of these things then I’m sorry to break it to you but your partner is probably an idiot. Don’t despair however, because as you can see from this funny list compiled by Bored Panda, you’re certainly not alone. From boyfriends who think World War One started because of 9/11, to girlfriends who think dog treats are actually delicious Christmas cookies, this collection of epic partner fails will make you realize that there’s always somebody dumber than you. Don’t forget to vote for the funniest!
Hey Pandas! Recently we asked you to send us your pictures of your dogs acting weird, and as you can see from this hilarious list compiled by Bored Panda, you certainly didn’t disappoint us! We’ve taken a bunch of your best pictures and combined them with some of our own favorites from across the internet to create this loving homage to our canine companions acting too weird for words. Scroll down to see if you can find your own crazy pooch, and feel free to send us your pictures if you haven’t already done so!
If you’re a cat owner, having a small bag of green powder in your home means something very different from what most people would think. It’s that magical dust that turns domestic felines into wild jungle cats as soon as they get a whiff of it, and melts them into a motionless puddle of fluff if they lick it up. Enter the wondrous world of catnip, and the stoned kitties who can’t get enough of it.
The name ‘catnip’ is derived from nepeta cataria, an herb closely related to mint. The plant, whether freshly grown or dried for commercial purposes, secretes a chemical compound called nepetalactone that triggers a response from cats’ pheromone receptors – in other words, it makes them lose their minds when they smell it. When the plant is ingested, it produces the opposite effect by sedating the cat. Each feline reacts differently to the magical herb, with some showing outright immunity to its powers. Others, however…
Check out a list of cats who went on a serious ‘nip trip’ below, and just wish that you were on their level of ecstasy right now.
When you think about fast food, what comes to mind?
If you’re like me, you probably start salivating as you imagine greasy burgers, gloriously deep-fried onion rings, and calorie-laden milkshakes. Yum.
Basically, this. Image via Thinkstock.
A new fast food restaurant in California is aiming to broaden that image by introducing a vegetarian option.
Andy and Rachel Berliner, the founders of Amy’s Kitchen, originally launched their line of vegetarian frozen, canned, and prepackaged foods in grocery stores (you’ve probably seen Amy’s organic, vegetarian, and vegan food in your local grocery store) after they found themselves frustrated with the vegetarian options available at the time.
Then the Berliners decided they wanted to take their mission one step further, envisioning a fast food restaurant where employees (who were paid a living wage plus health benefits) served vegetarian meals full of fresh local veggies.
That idea became Amy’s Drive Thru, one of the first organic, vegetarian drive-thru restaurants in the country.
As of their opening in July, Amy’s Drive Thru has proven to be a ridiculous success.
On opening day, Amy’s served over 500 people most of whom waited for more than an hour in line just to order. And although they expected business to slow a bit in the following weeks, the demand has just continued to grow.
There it is the restaurant that vegetarian fast food dreams are made of. All photos below via Amy’s Kitchen.
Why the crazy business? An Amy’s spokesperson told Upworthy that it’s likely all about pent up demand. People love fast food, but they want variety. And Amy’s is delivering.
Not to mention, the food at Amy’s Drive Thru is getting rave reviews.
Amy’s serves organic veggie burgers, burritos, mac ‘n’ cheese, pizza, salads, chili fries, and even milkshakes (and, yes, you can choose from dairy or non-dairy options). Every menu item at Amy’s can be made either gluten-free or vegan as well.
The coffee, vegetables, and even the milk come from local farms, too. “Our relationships with farmers and our knowledge of how to make delicious food on a large scale has really made this project possible. We’ve been able to keep the quality high and the prices reasonable,” Andy Berliner said in a press release.
Yep that’s fast food.
I know, I know but this broccoli cheddar mac ‘n’ cheese is fast food, too. It’s also vegetarian and chock full of local ingredients. Drool.
Allergic to gluten? No worries. You can order gluten free everything (including pizza) at Amy’s.
So here’s to reimagining fast food in a new way, and keeping low price points at the same time.
A single burger at Amy’s will only set you back $2.99. And a bowl of mac ‘n’ cheese? $4.69.
Fast food has become popular largely because it’s convenient, easily available, and affordable, but we’re all ears for ideas about how to add variety to that description.
Amy’s Drive Thru seems to have it in the bag: fair wages for employees, local farm support, low prices, and a sustainable business model. Their tables, chairs, and building materials are even upcycled and sustainable.
So … who wants to take a trip to California with me?
Ever woke up to strange noises downstairs? Or heard a foreign meowing sound outside your window? Oh, it’s just a cat. Wait, you’re saying you don’t have a cat? Well, guess what? Now you do.
If you thought that it’s humans who choose their pet companions, you’ve been wrong all along. Cats are known to have their own special way of doing things and follow their own logic behind it. Picking their masters (or servants) is no exception. Some charm their way into adoption through gentle purring and the disarming power of the Puss in Boots stare. Others… well, trespass and claim your pillow as their new bed.
Bored Panda has compiled a list documenting these curious felines and it’s certainly one to make your cat senses tingle. Don’t furget to vote and comment on your favorite!
There’s never been a better time to feel like a kid again.
For as long as there have been mortgages, taxes, jobs, and speeding tickets, there have been adults who wish they could turn back the clock to simpler times. That’s nothing new.
But nostalgia has recently gone next-level.
If you want, you can now go away to adult summer camp, where you’ll leave all technology at the entrance and enjoy four days of archery, tie-dye, and hiking. You can also spend a day at adult preschool, where you’ll do arts and crafts, play games, and reconnect with your favorite childhood buddy: nap time.
Coloring books, though, are by far the most popular kids’ activity for grown-ups. And it’s not hard to see why.
Just imagine your favorite coloring book as a kid, only updated to reflect your much-improved motor skills and worldliness. Wouldn’t it be nice to take an hour with a cup of coffee and get lost in a sea of possibility and imagination?
If you did, it might look something like this.
Trust us, you haven’t seen a coloring book like this before. Photo and coloring skills by Jenni Whalen/Upworthy.
Beautiful, isn’t it? So beautiful, in fact, that crotchety, jaded adults all over the world are dusting off their crayons and giving it a try.
These books are selling at breakneck pace. Publishers are even having trouble keeping them in stock.
Some credit illustrator Johanna Basford with launching the adult coloring trend in 2013. Photo by Jenni Whalen/Upworthy.
And there are many more like it burning up the bestseller lists.
“We’ve never seen a phenomenon like it in our thirty years of publishing. … We just can’t keep them in print fast enough,” Lesley O’Mara, managing director of Michael O’Mara Books, told The New Yorker.
It doesn’t look like this coloring book train is slowing down any time soon, so here are three reasons you need to get on board.
1. A good coloring session can relieve stress and anxiety.
Many coloring books use geometrically soothing patterns to relieve anxiety. Photo by Jenni Whalen/Upworthy
There might be more to this whole coloring thing than just feeling like a kid.
Marti Faist, an art therapist, told the Baltimore Sun, “When someone is coloring, their mind and body are operating in a more integrated way. It’s almost a meditative process.”
“I’ve watched people under acute stress, almost panic-attack levels, color and have their blood pressure go down very quickly. It’s cathartic for them.”
And Marti’s not the only one. Maybe you’ve heard of a guy named Carl Jung?
Jung was a big fan of art therapy, and he used coloring as a relaxation technique back in the early 1900s. He even believed that the colors his patients chose reflected an expression of deeper parts of their psyche. Jung himself actually used to draw and color mandalas, or spiritual geometric shapes, every morning. These same mandalas are the foundation of a lot of the most popular stress-relieving coloring books today.
2. No paper? No problem. Now, you can color on the go.
Now there’s a brand new way to kill time on your smartphone. Photo and digital coloring skills by Heather Kumar/Twitter.
You know the rule: It’s not an official craze unless it’s integrated into social media. So, as appealing as drawing at your kitchen table for hours on end sounds, you can now color on your smartphone or tablet with just a few swipes of your finger, and you can easily tweet or Instagram your creations, too.
Colorfy, the most popular coloring app on the market, has been a huge hit with the mobile crowd, pulling in over 23,000 reviews on iTunes (it’s also on Android).
A recent reviewer wrote: “This is a really great app. It lets me pass the time in a calming yet creative way.”
But maybe the best thing about a coloring app is that it’s easy to erase your design, start over, and create something completely different.
Abdul Halim al-Attar is a Syrian refugee who was selling pens in the streets of Beirut in order to make a living for hischildren
But once a photo of Abdul selling his pens while holding his daughter hit the Internet, it went big-time viral. The picture featured his daughter Reem sleeping on his shoulder as he triedto market his pens to passerbys in the scorching heat. It touched people’s hearts across the globe.
The heartbreaking picture of his little oneslumbering on her struggling father was almost too much for people to bear.
Now, thanks to an online crowdfunding campaign set up for him, Abdul has amassed a fund of $191,000. It was an online journalist and web developer in Norway named Gissur Simonarso who saw this man’s plight and decided he wanted to help.
He had no idea that his simple campaign would bring in nearly $200,000.
And Abdul iscertainly putting it to good use. The 33-year-old father has opened 3 businesses with the new financial blessing. He started with a bakery two months ago, and later he opened a kebab shop and a small restaurant.
He went from pen selleron the street to quite the business entrepreneur, and he now employs 16 other Syrian refugees. There are approximately 1.2 million refugees registered in Lebanon, and it’s been extremely difficult for them to find jobs, so his 16 employees feel very lucky.
“Not only did my life change, but also the lives of my children and the lives of people in Syria whom I helped,” he said. Hegave away about $25,000 to friends and family membersin Syria.
On top of the new business ventures, Abdul has been able to move his children into a two-bedroom apartment where his 4-year-old daughter Reem and his 9-year-old son Abdullelah can now enjoy a more comfortable life.
Reem gets to play with her new plastic kitchen set and swing, and Abdullelah is back in school after being out for 3 years.
And Abdul has a newfound respect in the community as well.“They just greet me better now when they see me. They respect me more,” he saidsmiling.
One act of kindness by one manignited a viral act of kindness from thousands of strangers pouring in their contributions.
What a wonderful reminder that no act for good is too small. After all, you never know when it could change someone’s entire life.
Philippa Rice is a multi-talented artist who creates simple but beautiful comics about the everyday joys of living with someone you love. The title of her comic book, Soppy, is unapologetically fitting!
Rice forgoes the usual stuff like hearts and roses, going instead for the everyday ways we share love with our significant others – be it our morning routines, a hug and a snuggle, or finishing the day in each others’ arms. If you love these pictures as much as we do, be sure to check out Puuung’s illustrations as well!
Sometimes, love can be found in the simplest things, like spending a blissful morning in the kitchen
If you like these heartwarming images, you can find her book on Amazon
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Dont judge me if you happen to see my kids eating packaged Ritz crackers for school lunch.
Dont judge me if theyre on the sidelines of PE because they forgot their uniform.
Dont judge meif they didntturn in theirhomework because itsstill sitting home on their desk.
What some may view as a lack of parenting, is what I deem parenting on purpose, as we work to build necessary life skills in our kids.
I stopped making daily breakfasts and packing school lunches long ago.
I dont feel obligated to deliverforgotten items left behind at home.
School projects and homework are not any part of my existence.
How do we raise competent adults if were always doing everything for our kids?
Walk away from doing these 8 things for your teen this school year
1. Waking them up in the morning
If you are still waking little Johnny up in the mornings, its time to let an alarm clock do its job. My foursome have been expected to get themselves up on early school mornings since they started middle school. There are days one will come racing out with only a few minutes to spare before they have to be out the door. The snooze button no longer feels luxurious when its causedyou to miss breakfast.
I heard a Mom actually voice out loud that her teen sons were just so cute still, that she loved going in and waking them up every morning. Please stop. I find my sons just as adorable as you do, but our goal is to raise well functioning adults here.
2. Making their breakfast and packing their lunch
My morning alarm is the sound of the kids clanging cereal bowls. My job is to make sure there is food in the house so that they can eat breakfast and pack a lunch.
One friend asked, yeah but how do you know what theyre bringing for school lunch? I dont. I know what food I have in my pantry and its on them to pack up what they feel is a good lunch. It will only be a few short years and I will have no idea what they are eating for any of their meals away at college. Free yourself away from the PB and J station now.
3. Filling out their paperwork
I have a lot of kids, which equates to a lot of beginning of the school year paperwork. I used to dread this stack, until the kids became of age to fill all of it out themselves. Our teens are expected to fill out all of their own paperwork, to the best of their ability. They put the papers to be signed on a clipboard and leave it for me on the kitchen island. I sign them and put them back on their desks.
Hold your teens accountable. They will need to fill out job and college applications soon and they need to know how to do that without your intervention.
4. Deliveringtheir forgotten items
Monday morning we pulled out of the driveway and screeched around the corner of the house when daughter dear realized she forgot her phone. We have to go back, Mom! Another exclaimed that he forgot his freshly washed PE uniform folded in the laundry room. I braked in hesitation as I contemplated turning around. Nope. Off we go, as the vision surfaced of both of them playing around on their phones before it was time to leave.
Parents dontmiss opportunities to provide natural consequences for your teens. Forget something? Feel the pain of that. Kidsalso get to see, that you can make it through the day without a mistake consuming you.
We also have a rule that Mom and Dad are not to get pleading texts from school asking for forgotten items. It still happens, but we have the right to just shoot back thats a bummer.
5.Making their failure to plan your emergency
School projects do not get assigned the night before they are due. Therefore, I do not run out and pick up materials at the last minute to get a project finished. I do always keep poster boards and general materials on hand for the procrastinating child. But, other needed items, you may have to wait for. Do not race to Michaels for your kid who hasnt taken time to plan.
This is a good topic to talk about in weeklyfamily meetings. Does anyone have projects coming up that theyre going to need supplies for so that I can pick them upat my conveniencethis week?
6. Doing all of their laundry
What? YOU didnt get my shortswashed? This response always backfires on the kid who may lose their mind thinking that Im the only one who can do laundry around here. Every once in awhile a child needs a healthy reminder that I do not work for them. The minute they assume that this is my main role in life, is the minute that I gladly hand over the laundry task to them.
Most days I do the washing and the kids fold and put their clothes away, but they are capable of tackling the entire process whenneed be.
7. Emailing and calling their teachers and coaches
If our child has a problem with a teacher or coach, he is going to have to take it to the one in charge. There is no way that we, as parents, are going to question a coach or email a teacher about something that should be between the authority figure and our child.
Dont be thatover involved parent. Teach your child that if something is important enough to him, then he needs to learn how to handle the issue himself or at least ask you tohelp them.
8. Meddling in their academics
Put the pencil down parents. Most of the time, Ihonestly couldnt tell you what my kids are doing for school work. We talk about projects and papers over dinner, but weve always had the expectation for our kids to own their work and grades. At times, theyve earned Principals Lists, Honor Rolls and National Junior Honor Society honors on their own accord. At other times, theyve missed the mark.
These apps and websites, where parents can go in and see every detail of childrens school grades and homework, are not helping our overparenting epidemic.
Every blue moon I will ask the kids to pull up their student account and show me their grades, because I want them to know I do care.I did notice our daughter slacking off at the end of last year and my acknowledgement helped her catch up, but Im not taking it on as one of my regular responsibilities and you shouldnt be either.
What is your parenting goal?
Is it to raise competent and capable adults?
If so, then lets work on backing off in areas where ourteens can stand on their own two feet. I know theyre our babies and it feels good to hover over them once in awhile, but in all seriousness, its up to us to raise them to be capable people.
I want to feel confidentwhen I launch my kids into the real worldthat they are going to be just fine because I stepped back and let them navigate failure and real life stuff on their own.
So please dont judge me if my kids scramble around, shoving pre-packaged items into that brown paper lunch bag, before racing to catch the bus.
Its allon purpose my friends.
About the Author: A former sports journalist and editor, Amy Carney currently writes on her blog www.amycarney.com as well as for various online and print outlets about intentional parenting and family life. Amy and her husband, Keith, are busy raising teenage triplet sons, a subsequent teen daughter and a son they adopted from foster care.
When Ricardo Bofill stumbled upon a dilapidated cement factory in 1973, he immediately saw a world of possibilities. La fábrica was born, and almost 45 years later, the structure has been completely transformed into a spectacular and unique home.
The factory, located just outside of Barcelona, was a WWI-era pollution machine that had closed down, and came with many repairs to be done when Ricardo Bofill and his team purchased it. After years of partial deconstruction, the determined architect proceeded to lace the exterior of the property with vegetation, and furnish the interior as a modern living and work space.
La fábrica is a work in progress to this day, to which Bofill likens his own life, as his visions for the future continue to change shape. The industrial chimneys that once filled the air with smoke now overflow with lush greenery, a fine example of the beautiful transformations that result from creative thinking.
In 1973, Spanish architect Ricardo Bofill purchased a WWI-era cement factory near Barcelona
He immediately saw potential in the building, and began renovating it into his home
After years of partial deconstruction, his team proceeded to furnish the interior as a modern living space
The exterior was laced with vegetation, and now overflows with lush greenery
The structure has been completely transformed into a spectacular and unique home
“The Cement Factory is a place of work par excellence” Bofill writes on his official website
Each room is designed with its own special purpose, and no 2 look quite alike
“I have the impression of living… in a closed universe which protects me from the outside and everyday life” Bofill writes
“Life goes on here in a continuous sequence, with very little difference between work and leisure”
A variety of indoor and outdoor relaxation spots can be found throughout the property
Work space is also a crucial component here, as Bofill’s team uses part of the residence as a studio
The exterior is mostly covered by grass, but also eucalyptus, palm, and olive trees
This gives the building a “mysterious aspect of romantic ruin that makes it unique and unrepeatable”
“The kitchen-dining room located in the ground floor is the meeting point for the family”
Despite its incredible transformation, the factory is still a work in progress to this day
Bufill likens the project’s constant evolution to his own lifestyle and creative visions
La fábrica will always have further work to be done, which is part of its symbolic charm
With enough creative thinking, any space can become something new and beautiful
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