I am fortunate enough to have a sewing room. It is small and overcrowded and frequently messy, but it is a Room Just For Sewing In, and I know that not everyone is lucky enough to have one of those.
In spite of having this dedicated sewing space, my cutting mat is in pretty much permanent residence on the dining room table and there is generally an ever changing pile of fabric on the piano. The ironing board is frequently set up on the first floor landing (or 2nd floor, if you are that way linguistically inclined – up a flight of stairs, anyway!*), you can usually find anything up to 3 pincushions, 2 pairs of scissors, a couple of reels of thread and a seam ripper on the living room mantlepiece and there are trails of pinked fabric shreds all over the house.
And I have never once heard my other half complain. Or even suggest I could spread out less. Which is just one of the reasons he’s the man for me.
p.s. there will be no coat post tonight owing to extreme fatigue, but thank you all once again for your encouragement and comments. Hopefully I will be more up to sewing tomorrow.
* so do you have a ground floor in your part of the world, or is the first floor at street level?