Maybe you’re a single 30-something. Maybe a new dad? Three kids and two dogs? Maybe you’re retired, wife has a book (wine) club and need a space of your own.
Welcome to the world of Man Caves.
First rule of Man Caves? There are no rules. Unless you want rules.
So, first rule of Man Caves? You MAKE the rules..
But how to get your hands on such prime real estate that even your wife’s book (wine) club doesn’t cozy up and take over your space?
If you don’t have a basement that once housed your hipster son, or a den that used to be a back-up spare bedroom, then look for that extra space when you pore over the online ads for available properties.
Finished basement?
Yep, that’s perfect.
In-law apartment?
Heck-to-the-Yes!
“Extra Room”? Check!
When you find that space, grab a flag, plant it, and name that puppy as your own!
This is your recluse. Your sanity. Your childhood-treehouse-meets-adulthood that can provide more therapy than any therapist or martini.
Because adult-itis can be painful. Man Cave is your prescription.
And doesn’t the world need more Man Cave?
So, plan it well! What do you love? What floats your boat?
What moves your groove?
What puts the actual ding in your rama-lama-ding-dong?
There’s no wrong answer. Except a book (wine) club.
Everything else is on the table.
As in, Poker Man Cave? Yes. Just, yes.
Car cave? Go for it!
Whiskey and movies?
Football and frothy beer? Absolutely.
This is your space.
No decorative pillows.
No lavender sachets.
No guest towels.
Maybe it’s leather. And bearskin. To watch the game.
Or a Mustang-themed bar and pool table.
Golf? Treat yourself to a virtual gold course! It’s an actual thing!
Just do it for you. Your family will benefit from your overall good spirit and fun-loving personality that come from having the coolest headquarters any guy has ever seen.