Alice is an outhouse. When my friends build their house it will have a lot to live up to. Right now they stay in an old trailer, and a tent houses guests like Kenya and me.
Alice was designed and decorated by an artist and built by a craftsman. Everything pertaining to Alice is beautiful and almost everything was created lovingly by my friend, the artist, and her husband, the craftsman.
One arrives at Alice by following the ferny path with tree roots underfoot by the sign. At night it is best to use one of the lanterns provided. One hangs near the wind chimes across from the sign. Another is just inside the door by one of the stained glass windows.
Inside are mementos of the original Alice, the namesake of this perfect little gem near the Muskoka River.
Every detail has been created with loving care. Seated, you can see a tiny doorway at mouse-eye level level that leads somewhere unknown. Another mouse perches on a pile of books, and the walls are hung with pictures of various scenes in Wonderland, and a poem written and illustrated by L after she read the book the first time. A collection of tea pots sits on a high shelf. Two stained glass windows face one another and high, high above, light filters in through clear triangles. The reading material is all inspired by Carroll's book, and extra toilet paper sits in a wooden holder decorated with more Alice-inspired decoupage.
After spending a week near Alice, I will never think of outhouses in quite the same way again.
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