A warm welcome from the UK. I was lucky in a way, about the time I developed an interest in quilting, my son moved out from home, so, right away, before he could change his mind (ha, ha) I had moved all my stuff into his bedroom and, voila, it suddenly became my sewing room. Don't worry about your growing stash either, I think most of us on here experience the same sort of thing, I find myself saying to my husband, "what, that fabric, I've had that for ages"