We redid our breezeway for a dedicated sewing room about 3 years ago, and I love it. When we built the house in 1972, we had the builders install an indoor/outdoor carpet, they glued it down. At that time I was doing daycare and it was easy to keep clean. Over the years, when we redid the room, they just installed the new carpet over the old glued down indoor/outdoor carpet.
When I decided to use this room for sewing, we really didn't want a carpet in there anymore, I wanted something easier to keep dust free and clean, so I decided on a wood plank composite floor, but what to do with the glued down carpet? No one wanted to rip it up, neither did we, so we installed the new wood-look floor right over the old carpet. It came out great. It looks like wood, cleans like vinyl, feels comfy on the feet, etc.
This room is between the house and the garage and is the very first thing people see when they come into the house, no one uses the livingroom front door (except salesmen). It forces me to put away my sewing messes often to keep it presentable. I don't mean messes like works in progress, but when I'm done with a project, everything gets put back in its spot, nothing just hangs around looking messy. When my sewing room was upstairs in a bedroom, I tended to just throw things up there to deal with later, I can't do that anymore. Nothing on the floor but the furniture legs and 3 QIs, so it's easily vacuumed a couple of times a week.
When strangers come into the house, they're fascinated by the stash and ask lots of questions. Because of a neighborhood car accident last year, I was giving a statement to a police officer, who then called one of his colleagues into the house to see the room, pretty funny. He said his grandmother was a quilter.
I died of laughter last summer, when a young woman Obama supporter rang my doorbell. When I got to the door, her eyes were really big and she was quickly backing away from me, although I was going to speak with her, she just kept backing up, then waved her hand and ran down my driveway, not saying a word. I thought she was a strange bird, then I figured out what her problem was.
I have a sign on my front door that reads WARNING: Quilt Pox NO KNOWN CURE Very contagious to adults. She didn't stick around to read the fine print. We didn't get any more Obama supporters here the rest of the political season. I guess she spread the word to stay away from my house. QUILT POX didn't scare off the Republicans though, too funny.
Denise