I really like to be the resident expert. On pretty much any topic. Lewis maintains that my confidence in my expertise belies the depth of my actual expertise sometimes. This is 100% true. But it’s just so much more fun to be certain, facts or no facts.
So, in addition to being an expert new mom (ha), I am also an expert architect’s wife.
And I think there needs to be a manual written on how to live with architects. In my experience, it is the path of unending, highly specific bliss. I can, however, see how it might be frustrating for a novice. Which I never was, of course. So, to that end, I’m going to write another book. It’s either a how-to manual for living with an architect, or just a biography of the one I live with.
(The title and each chapter title comes from a statement spoken by my architect.)
Title: Everything I Want is Not on the Menu- the tortured life of the modern architect
Chapter One: Specific measurements are how I roll
We’re talking down to the centimeter people. There are no stray bolts or washers left at the end of projects, nothing creaks or rattles. And should a stiff breeze blow through, we will stop and recalibrate, lest we compromise the quality of the experience.
Chapter Two: People mess everything up …