I waited for my bunch to grow up and leave, for a sewing room. After they left, we made an office out of one bedroom, and I started moving my sewing stuff in the other.
Then had to move it all back out again because one of the came back home. Then after she moved out again, I did the same thing. She came back again and I had to move it all out once more. After she left the last time, I moved my mom in with us. Then we made space for my uncle to move it also. Woe is me.
Hubby promised he would close in the back porch for me to have a sewing room. However, his table saw and tools are on the porch now, and he must have a place to put them before he can close in the porch for me.
I keep rearranging my little corner in the office area trying to make it work better. I have a quilting machine coming next week, and guess it will land in the living room.
Don't know where else to put it!