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Move over Man Cave … this is a MOM Cave!

Heidi Rice
Post Independent
Glenwood Springs, CO Colorado
Fried Rice
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“Well, it’s about time!” I raised my hands in victory. “I don’t know why nobody thought of this before – especially me!”

Husband-Head sat silent.

I was talking about the fact that although “man caves” have been around for several years, there was finally a trend for a “mom cave.”

Not that you have to be a mother to have your own cave. That just seems to be what they’re calling it.

We got wind of it last weekend when HGTV came out with their pilot of “Mom Caves” on TV, where women can decorate and chill out in their own personal space.

In the first episode, the show is making a Mom Cave for a gal named Kelly, a full-time teacher and mother of three children. They are putting an addition onto her home in Livingston, N.J., for a space that she can call her own.

However, Kelly apparently has some hoity-toity tastes, as she wanted her “cave” to resemble that of the high-end homes in the Hamptons of Long Island.

HGTV constructed her cave as an addition to the family room, with a white sofa, French doors and a floor-to-ceiling stacked stone fireplace. It was finished with silk tie-dyed pillows, oversized wicker baskets and a seahorse watercolor painting for a “beachy casual luxe” style that the family could enjoy.

“That’s not anything like a friggin’ man cave!” Husband-Head protested. “It’s not just for her – it’s for the whole family. It totally defeats the purpose of the cave. She’s missing the point.”

Apparently the point of a “cave” is that no one else – except those who are invited – are supposed to be in the damn thing.

Which made me think of what I would like to have in my own cave.

Clearly, it would not be a “mom” cave as I am not a mother.

“No, yours would be a wine cave,” Husband-Head suggested. “It would be a place where you and your girlfriends would go to sip wine and eat little cheese cubes and gossip about whoever wasn’t there.”

I thought about that for a moment.

“They would have to be reduced-fat cheese cubes,” I clarified. “There would be a beautiful wine glass collection of all shapes and colors,” I mused out loud to Husband-Head. “Wine racks with hundreds of bottles of fine wine would adorn the walls. And the television sets around the room would all have programs featuring cuisines from Italy, Spain or the wine country in Napa Valley in California.”

Husband-Head looked aghast.

“How horribly boring!” he responded. “That doesn’t sound like a very fun cave at all!”

“Oh, but it would be a hoot,” I answered. “There would be life-sized posters of Michael Chiarello, the cool Italian chef on TV, a hunky masseuse to give me and the girls wonderful massages and then thong-clad hired guys to give us pedicures and manicures.”

Husband-Head stuck his forefingers in his ears and began singing “La-la-la-la-la-la-la!” really loud.

“By the way, I’m thinking of a steambath in my cave, as well,” I said, pulling one of Husband-Head’s fingers out of his ear. “The girls will wear nothing but towels around their heads to protect their haircolor.”

That got Husband-Head’s attention.

“The guys from the man cave might want to join you and take a steam bath, too,” he said hopefully. “That would be fun.”

Uhhh, no.

But “mom caves” don’t need to be fancy or expensive. It doesn’t necessarily need to be in a dedicated garage or outbuilding. It can be in a corner or some niche in your home where everyone knows you will gnaw their arm off if they try to come in.

Perhaps you want your mom cave to be serene and peaceful with pillows, scented oils and candles, soft lighting and meditation music in the background. Or maybe you want to pretend you’re back in high school with black lights and posters while blaring Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar on Me,” while you dance around in your own space and pretend you’re back in the ’80s.

There are no rules when creating your own personal mom cave, except one.

No football allowed.

– “Fried Rice” appears every Friday. Heidi Rice is a staff writer and columnist for the Post Independent. She lives in Rifle. Visit her website, http://www.heidirice.com for more columns and her book. Contact Heidi at hrice@postindependent.com.


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