I never bothered to set up a shop, really. There's a disused table in our shared home office to which is screwed a vise. Next to that is a rickety Chinese drill press and next to that is my bargain arbor press for extracting cannon pinions. A file cabinet serves to store disassembled movements and grandfather clock dials, and grandfather clock movements under test hang from one of our sturdier sets of bookshelves. To actually fix a clock I lug my antique oak machinist's tool case (rescued from a friend's basement) onto our dining room table, spread out my pink terrycloth clock towel to protect the table and catch rolling parts, and plug in my ten-buck Ikea work lamp. Natalie sits at the other side of the table reading one of her blood-and-thunder novels, occasionally pausing to help find a lost part, or install a screw that I'm too shaky to insert, and/or laugh at me.
The antique oak chest is getting rather beat up, so I'm thinking of buying a rolling mechanics' tool chest.
M Kinsler