@Auspice That works, yeah. I am totally screwed on this front because I live next door to my mother, and she also does a ton of craft things. We're rarely doing the same things at the same time, but there's always a little overlap.
This means entire herds of boxen of craft supplies have made the trek back and forth between the same two houses more times than anyone cares to ever admit.
We got to the point on fiber-related things alone (after sewing machines and two looms and a drum carder for felting and and and and and... ) that there was a saying for roughly 20 years: "No, we don't do all the things! Nobody spins! So long as nobody spins, we're good!"
...then I learned to spin.
The next rule was: "NO TORCHES IN THE HOUSES EVER EVER EVER." Which is a sane rule, let's be honest, considering that when it was made they all involved tanks and crazy gear and huge increases to homeowner's insurance. I don't have the heart to tell her I have one now, though it's admittedly just a little dremel hand-held soldering/torch combo thing that runs off a mini butane lighter tank. (I admittedly haven't used it yet.)
We are hopeless. Truly fucking hopeless.
Edit: The one thing we definitely will never do is glass bead making/lampwork. We both tried it. She hated it, and my body mechanics simply don't allow for it. It wasn't enough fun/enjoyable/wasn't good enough at it to figure out a workaround for that, and it's a huge investment to start properly. Giant boobs + short little t-rex arms + balancing constantly moving glass and metal rods over a bunsen burner on steroids is just not in the cards for me, to put it mildly.