The Grand Finale

All the pieces were cut, painted, stained, verithaned, numbered and everything else that was necessary.

It was time to disassemble it for the last time and load it up on the truck.



It took two trips. While Mike and Rick were putting it together for the third and last time, I took the truck back to the house to pick up all the exterior wood.



And, here is the final "out"come.

The tribal moon is a simplified version of some Scandanavian tattoo art.

Shall we take a peek inside?

The Dutch door was an absolute requirement. There's nothing like a potty with the fresh breeze of nature on your face.


The bench of the throne lifts up to reveal "the business end." The mosaic moon above is perfectly angled so as not to reveal that business end unless you're standing just outside the door. And if you're standing there, it's apparent that neither of you care about the reflection.


Should you decide to close the doors and chat privately with Betty, subtle lighting can be found by opening the window or pulling the delicate cords of the two severely modified, battery-operated stick-up bulb sconces.

All in all, it was quite an outrageous endeavor and we're very proud.