Once upon a time, I dreamed of a sewing room. Before my oldest daughter was born, I had one. Then she had a nursery. Then many years went by. Many, many years.
Then we had a house with a den. The den had a beloved old desk. My sewing machine graced the desk. My sewing supplies surrounded the desk. Then we moved.
Now my beloved old [sewing] desk is our beloved old desk. The only corner I can call my own is by my side of the bed.
Stacking together some plastic drawers I already had with some other accessories and a four-shelf unit ($14.47 – thank you Walmart) I made an unlovely but organized corner so I could access my things. I still have nowhere for the sewing machine, so it will migrate to the dining table at intervals. At least everything is no longer in storage!