To damaquilts: My whole house IS my sewing room. I have a sewing room, which has a roll-away bed for Bruce when he comes. All the other kids live close enough they don't need to stay overnight. I have a room upstairs that really belongs to the upstairs apartment, but my darling step-son-in-law put up a ship's ladder (very steep) and a trap door so Bruce's children can sleep there. They call it Grandma's attic. That room is the only room in the house that isn't used for sewing. It just has all the quilts that are ready to give away, and some batting in that closet.
But every other room is my sewing room. In the winter, I put the sewing machine on the dinning table in the living room. Then I can sew and listen to TV also, when my husband has something on in which I am interested. When I make scrap quilts, I spread all the scraps out on the table (I mean scraps that are down to less than an inch and strips that are not straight and such. That table just stays a mess until that quilt is finished or it will get cleaned up if we're having a party or such.
My tall table is in the kitchen, where I do a lot of cutting. (It's the right height.) My old Singer is in the kitchen on the cabinet (desk) built for it in 1956. I'm looking over it right now, as my computer is behind it, raised up a little. My big ironing board is in the laundry room. My bed is used as a design board.
Sooo, what's in sewing room? STASH ! ! ! LOL Lots of projects ready to go, and lots of kits of things started. My new Bernina goes from the sewing room to the living room at a moments notice.