My Studio, was the back corner of the guest bedroom. My visiting sister and the dog were the only ones who ever slept there, and she didn't mind.
I have a basement now and am out of the dog's room.
What makes it a "studio": something big setting in the middle of the floor for everyone else to have to walk around and me to enjoy working at.
*a sewing table I made from a breakfast table
*a center island (cutting-pressing) discarded pub-height dining table stuck smack in the middle of the floor
*a used serger (old typewriter table) (gift)
*a ten foot long machine quilting frame and in-expensive machine
*19" TV from my old apartment (color: woo-whoo!)
*Barcalounger from my old apartment (gift)
*sofa-bed (gift) naps sneak up on you.
*old wardrobe for the stash! (also a gift)
. . . that is what I call a "studio" these days.
Funny thing is, now my sister likes to sleep in the basement studio (sewing room) instead of the guest bedroom.
Think I should check her luggage next time she heads back home.