In my opinion (ever humble), everyone needs a shop, or a place to think, dance to good tunes when the mood strikes.
["in my case it's an old garage"]
In my case the place is a backyard workshop that was once a dirt-floored, 1920s-era, one car garage - barely wide enough for a Studebaker - but now suitable for one Hobbit-like fellow and his tools, birdhouse building supplies and bric-a-brac. Not a bad spot.
photo by gah
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