HAHAHAHA. I know how that goes... My husband is secretly supportive of my hobbies (He bought me a wine cooler for aging my cheese last Christmas... It even has a lock on it to keep him out of it until the cheese is DONE...) but publicly complains about all my hobbying supplies overtaking the house. Followed by bragging about how well we'll be set after the Zomb-pocalypse comes. Mind you my stash of wool, spinning wheels, knitting machines, cheese presses, and sausage stuffers is a little big, but the REAL problem is that he still has his man cave, but I had to give up my Mama-Bear-Den so that the BabyBear could have a bedroom... Which means that none of my stuff has really been re-homed and is kind of ALL OVER THE HOUSE. In a thin layer...
I need to have a carpenter in to build me a SCIENCE! (tm) room in the basement with a sink, a floor drain, good ventilation, and humidity control... Or maybe I just need to save up my allowance and have "Mama's Special Food Bunker" installed as a crawl space...