When I grew up in the Los Angeles suburbs, the room was called the “den”. The distinctions for rooms based on use and gender were as crystalline in the post-war generation as they were in Victorian England, if you ask me. My mom held sway in the kitchen. If her friends visited, that’s where they sat at the table, drinking coffee, smoking cigarettes and gossiping. The den was where the men sat, dealing out poker hands, belching without reserve and chewing on cigars.
The Encyclopedia Britannica says the den, historically, was “the lair of a wild usually predatory animal”. Today, the fellows have man caves and the women have crafts rooms. Men gather in dens to get intoxicated, compete on table games, and holler. Women retreat to the peace and quietude of their crafts rooms to celebrate their creativity and connection to a greater source.
Man cave decorating
The furniture is based on reclining. Over-sized chairs and couches rule the day. The amplification of noise by volume is a foundational privilege. Marginally acceptable word choice and poor syntax is as important as the decorating.
Women’s crafts room
The furniture is based on cozy comfort. Functional chairs, bookcases, tables, and fireplaces create a settled, soothing tone. When women gather here, the competition gives way to praise, an exchange of craft and mutual appreciation.
Remember collecting all the different beer bottles and stacking them in your dorm room? Some guys just amass protective headgear representing the official tribes. You know precisely what to do with that old barber’s chair and seats recovered from the old Shea Stadium. You take the NFC and lay the ten points.
Remember when you had your own private room, away from your loud, smelly brothers? From the treatments on the windows to the tile flooring, this crafts room expresses your concern for the Earth and God’s creatures. It’s a matter of moving in your own energy field, finding grace, bringing forth objects of great joy and wonder that you’ll share with others.