Ingredients For Disaster
I call this my "Crap Arena" rather than a work area, since it's sort of a catch-all for whatever doesn't fit anywhere else in the apartment. It's meant to be a cute little dining room (doorway to kitchen hidden at the left) with a china cabinet that I've filled with things like Daleks and 1950s Brillo boxes. There are way more books to the left, sewing machine to the left just outside the Gateway to the Crap Arena that I use as an endtable when I'm not sewing. The boxes are all filled with either yarn or fiber. My spinning wheel won't fit in there because I'd wind up kicking it every time I went to the kitchen plus I like to watch TV while I'm spinning yarn. The cat likes to sit on the bike seat and yowl at me while I'm washing dishes--he hates when I wash dishes for some reason. The long aqua-green thing standing by the china cabinet is a 1950s knitting machine and it's usually clamped to the table but I took it down to make silicone molds which are still scattered all over.
Somehow I get things done in here. Not sure how. Most sewing is done in the other room and I do a lot of stuff on the sofa so there's beads and yarn and crumbs down under the pillows.
The sofa is filled with half-finished projects and knitting books. The boxes underneath are crammed full of yarn, and the sewing machine is piled with beadwork and more books. The trunk I use as a coffee table has an antique typewriter on it, as well as more baggies of beads plus there's a pile right next to it. There's a teeny beehive kiln in that mess somewhere. There's sort of room for two people on the sofa if they really like each other, but most of the time if friends come over they get the couch and I take the computer chair.