My dad had a shop in the basement, a couple of rooms of the basement in fact. It was pretty awe-inspiring. His big engineer’s drafting table, from which hung the triangle and T-square, dominated one room, the one in which he built in all the new cabinets himself. I think that was before he designed and built the beautiful screened-in back porch.
The actual shop was in an adjacent room. This housed a myriad of baby food jars filled with screws and washers and all types and sizes of things. His lathe was in there, and the circle saw, and undoubtedly a host of other things I would have no idea how to use. (What’s a router??)