In time, you will have your sewing room. I remember my mother sewing in the hallway - wide open space - and we'd walk by her and talk. She had no other place to sew. She wasn't in the way of walking. I usually knew where she was at any given time of the day (once home from school). We'd pass her while walking to our bedrooms. Most of all, I'll never forget the light humming sounds of her Singer machine - dad even made her a special cabinet - never did she leave a mess on the floor. Once she started a project, she stuck with it until it was completed. Memories worth keeping.