I have this spare room in the garage that's not a great space to use as an office. It's cold and the floors are concrete. But it's sunny, and there is a slow-working heater that eventually gets the room to a decent temperature. My husband had dibs on the space, but he's only in there to do paperwork about twice a year. It's now my sewing room.
Sewing is one of those hobbies that require a lot of work and storage space. Without it, I lose things, and most importantly, I get a little discouraged about sewing in general. So for the first time in 20-plus years, I've got some space to be my creative self.
It's a sewing-space-in-progress. I'm still shifting things around, organizing every few weeks to make room for more things, and reorganize existing projects. I'm trying really hard not to build up a ridiculous amount of fabric and notion stash. I used to have ten boxes of fabric that I didn't know what to do with. Never again. I'm trying to use everything I have, and then some.