Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Architect Meeting At Jobsite

Ironic scene, below, in the chaos of construction at the pool, garden,
 and now, below, the house itself.  Two rooms will be added overlooking the pool.
 Met with the architect early this month, above, for the rooms to be added here, below.
 The pool is humongous, below, built in the 70's for the house next door.  Don't ask. 
 I have a real problem with the architect.  He's smart, witty, intuitive, hardworking, cute, and
 wears white socks.
 Doesn't he know white socks are total birth control?
He, nor his wife, got the memo.  They have lovely children.
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Now you have all the important points from my meeting with: homeowners, my contractors, architect.
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Unless we should talk about the orange breakfast poundcake & other delicious etc. she served.  Remnants are on the drawing in 2nd pic.
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Garden & Be Well,     XO Tara
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OMG, lots of awkward choices with this project, hence full arsenal teamwork.  The best part?  It doesn't feel like work.  Homeowner is one of Atlanta's quietly successful interior decorators.  You only get her by word-of-mouth.

4 comments:

Desert Dweller said...

This is classic! White socks...I think it is white socks and those shoes, not white socks with something more appropriate. Dark socks with sandals ala East Coast Italianate men probably birth control, too!

Oh, the design process...nice when it "doesn't feel like work". Less rare for me than it has ever been...to wipe clean all of 1995-2003, and quietly hone my practice without even my closest friends and "friends" from knowing even the slightest detail. Oh well, today's a new day!

Lori Buff said...

Maybe his wife bought him the white socks?

Anne Boykin said...

There's something familiar about those socks and shoes ... oh, yea, that's what my husband wears. Can't wait to see more pictures. Love your posts.

Devon said...

That made me LOL. Here in Seattle, you are trained to wear white socks with your Birkenstocks. You have to do so, otherwise your feet get wet from all of the puddles of rain. So I have no doubt that this adorably charming architect hasn't realized that his soul yearns for Seattle. It's his kindred spirit. :) Best, Devon