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Architecturally Speaking


Confession – after all that hard work, our first meeting at the architect was sort of anticlimactic.

What We Expected

Bill and I were a tad bit nervous about going to the architect.  It wasn’t our first rodeo.  When we built the California house, we’d had to fire the first architect and the first builder.  We adored the architect that actually designed our home, but we couldn’t say the same about the builder.  Now we were doing the build thing again.  This time we love our builder, but we were anxious about the architect.

So, after weeks of research, we expected several things.  One was that the architect would be impressed by our efforts.  Another was that he’d love our taste and be excited by our project.  That’s not exactly what we got.

What We Found

Let’s face it.  There are very creative, flamboyant architects out there, but most of them are not.  It’s a very computer nerd/accountant sort of thing.  Clients see the beauty of a circular staircase.  Architects see materials and geometry.  Our architect turned out to be quite dry – and that’s putting it mildly.

Instead of being impressed, the architect was almost scornful.  He suggested we wanted to cram a 10,000 square foot house into our 3,000 square foot plans.  That wasn’t fair.  The pictures we’d sent him were to let him know the spirit of the house we wanted, not its dimensions.

The tension in the room could have been cut with a knife and chatterbox that I am, I jumped into the middle of things and made them worse.  When we left, Bill was barely speaking to me.

Two Weeks Later

In spite of our concerns, we decided to trust our builder and give the architect the benefit of the doubt.  On pins and needles we waited for the first set of plans.  The architect had said we’d need to wait two weeks at the most.  About three days before that time was up, at Bill’s insistence, I sent an email.  Nothing happened.  Maybe this guy decided he didn’t like us and wasn’t going to give us the chance to fire him.

A few days later Bill called the builder to complain, because we hadn’t heard anything, but it had all been a case of mis-clicking.  The architect replied to the builder instead of to me and he’d asked for a couple more days.  It was a very human sort of thing to do, but given our already pent up anxiety, it had almost been the straw that broke the camels back.

The Plans Arrive

Then suddenly the plans were in Bill’s in box.  Ah, the wonders of the digital world.  No drive to the architect’s office was necessary.  Bill opened the plans with trepidation.  Were they any good?  Come back next week and find out.

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