Friends and family who have visited our house might be surprised to know that Mike has a man-cave. Make no mistake, our man-cave doesn’t have a 60-inch flatscreen TV. There’s no keg on tap at the wood paneled replica of an English bar. No, we take the term man-cave literally around here.
A few months ago Mike decided that he wanted his own space. A place to work, a place for his “stuff” and a place away from me and the boys. I have “my” room and the boys have a playroom…. it seemed only fair that Mike get the same thing.
We live in our house… every inch of it and the only available space was a tiny nook in the eaves of the roof… part of the pass-through between our bedroom and the bonus room… a literal cave. There are no windows and with the sloping ceiling, it feels tucked away from the rest of the house. I used the nook as a craft area for the past couple of years but was able to consolidate all of my supplies into my newly clean and organized closet. With my crafting supplies gone, the empty nook was ready to be transformed into a space for Mike.
There’s room to work in peace and quiet. This old card catalog provides the perfect storage solution for all his fly-tying supplies.
There’s space for his hobbies.
The walls are covered with items that are important to him.
Funny Story… when I was taking pictures, I realized that Mike had the January/February 2013 issue of Wildlife in North Carolina on his desk. We have the 1963 cover framed on his wall. It’s another find in my grandmother’s teaching materials. I had no idea that the magazine was still being published 40 years later!
And the doors? Well in this tiny space, there are 3 doors… and all take up hugely valuable space. So those doors became an important part of the room. One was fitted with a burlap covered bulletin board. Another door contains a simple In and Out box… I put Mike’s mail and other items in the “In” box… out of reach from little hands. He puts items ready for me (like the latest issue of “Garden and Gun”…the only magazine we fight over reading first) in the “Out” box.
A tiny cave… yes that’s true, but it’s all his… and sometimes, that’s all that matters.
Check back later this week… I’ll be sharing the story of the card catalog and frames that grace Mike’s space… some of my favorite thrifting finds!