I have always been a sucker for fairy tales.
Cinderella, Snow White, and Bambi were my jam when I was little. Yes, there was always someone dying in those tales but there were also little people or woodland creatures to help with the housework. There are days when I consider that a really fair trade. What is a little death if you get your bathroom and kitchen scrubbed from top to bottom by critters who are whistling while they work?
Now the one fairy tale I could never really get into was Alice in Wonderland. It was just weird. Alice was getting big, then small. It did not make sense to me. Everything was so over the top. It was not so much as scary as just weird.
Well, it turns out there is a syndrome based on the story Alice in Wonderland. No kidding. It is called Alice in Wonderland Syndrome. You did not know you would be learning something new today, did you? We offer full, well-rounded service here at Daltxrealestate.com
I digress.
According to Wiki, “Alice in Wonderland syndrome (AIWS) is a rare neurological disorder characterized by distortions of visual perception, the body image, and the experience of time.”
That description could very well fit the house featured in this week’s column. Come on, let us take a look.
The listing is a condo located at 234 Brook St Apt 3, Waukesha, Wisconsin. It is a combination home and storefront. The condo has two bedrooms and two-and-half bathrooms and is almost 2,200 square feet.
It is described as a “magical, happy, peaceful, nature inspired retreat.” The asking price is $399,900.
Let us jump feet first into the rabbit hole, shall we?
This is the storefront. For a store, depending on what is being sold, it is cute and kitschy. It is a pleasant enough place to pop in and buy some wares.
Let us see what Alice and Cheshire Cat think of the rest of the abode. Who knew Lewis Carroll was so prophetic?
“Curiouser and curiouser!”
But what is the deal with the standard white commode in the bathroom?
This is a lot of flowers. I mean, a lot.
“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”
That is a great question, Alice. Which way, indeed?
“We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”
Really, there is nothing I could write that would top that from the Cheshire Cat.
I have never been more sympatico with a cat in my life.
