I've started quilting. I can generally scrounge a few hours a week to sit at the sewing machine, or kneel on the floor to cut fabric, or iron in the narrow space between the closet and the bed. I wish I had a sewing room.
I've always made curtains, and Halloween costumes, and the occasional pillow for my kids. I like to sew and it makes me feel all June Cleaver to be able to give the kids something that not just anyone with a Walmart gift card can pick up. But keeping my scissors and thread and other little things in the drawers of what's basically supposed to be a hall table to toss your keys on, and all my fabric in plastic storage totes in the basement gets old. I really want a sewing room, and I know how to get one. If I can move enough storage stuff out of the way I could set all my stuff up in the basement. Then I'd just need a cutting table and a sewing table, and maybe dressers and shelves from garage sales. I get so impatient when I can visualize a goal. I want to start looking for tables and shelves now, and setting everything up. Unfortunately, Tom has the corner I've picked full of baby clothes for next year's garage sale, all laid out on sawhorse tables. So I am going to drop endless not at all subtle hints that a sewing room is what I want for Xmas this year. I don't care if it has walls, just give me a space I don't have to arrange around a king size bed.