I currently have a room full of machines and cabinets, a quilt waiting for repair flung over my chair that holds my massager (which my dh bought because I have back problems) fabric overflowing everywhere...piles of vintage doilies and runners laying atop my cutting mat, a little bit of everything everywhere at the moment. Three sewing machines are out and in use, one sitting in the middle of traffic, blocking traffic, and my dh not complaining because I am sitting on the computer instead of getting up and "doing something" with it,lol. (He knows my back is really bothering me right now, because I pulled a dumb stunt and took a bad fall). Having him support me by letting me do whatever I want is the greatest gift I could ever get. It is the opposite of the way I was treated growing up.