Craft room. And my life. But mostly my Craft Room.
I built a craft table with an Ikea table top and two extending legs, and a thrift store bookshelf. The shelf is 40" tall, nice and high for cutting without stooping.
First, I needed to tackle the piles in the middle of the room, crates full of scraps and bags of donated clothes. And a table top tapestry loom (I know, I know, people give me this stuff!)
Here's the table in place, my steamer trunk fits neatly below, with room for crates above it. I stacked all my folded fabrics on an old book shelf, next to my craft books and boxes of notions.
The bags of scraps went into the table-side shelves, those that fit at least. The clothes were all neatly folded and stacked and sorted and ohmifreakingawd look at how neat this became. I even swept the floor!
Notice how I kept my back to the one unsorted wall? The wall with a floor loom hidden under boxes and piles of craft supplies? This is how I preserve my sanity. I will now always walk through with my back to the loom wall... yes, that's how we deal with that.