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!
We have those same shelves all over our house 🙂 Punky's room, in the corner next to my hubby's bed and in the guest room closet.
I think it looks great!
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Thanks, Michelle!
In their defense, they are very sturdy shelves. What I *really* wish I had is a wall full of cubbies. Oh, and a 12 x 12 room to put them in. (c;
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