I write, fiction and non-fiction. I am not artistically "gifted" (which was a small disappointment to my father, who is an Art, Design and Art History Professor, and a painter and sketcher (can you be a sketcher?)) but I do love photography. We bought all the things I would need for a darkroom, thinking it would "give me something to do when we had babies" OMG, was I wrong. Babies took up all the time, and the darkroom supplies were permanently stored in the attic. We never got back to them. Life got in the way.
My Man and are are both musicians, although we have little time for it now. He has a small recording studio (just with a 4 track tape recording deck) and about 20 guitars, a bunch of keyboards, a mandolin, some banjos, two drum sets, a drum machine, and various and sundry other things in a room in our basement. We used to spend a lot of time, making our own music, and he used to play with a band. But, we just haven't done that in a while. He takes out the guitars once in a while, but my 12 string needs to be strobe tuned, restrung, (12 string are difficult to string at home, due to the pressure the neck has to continually be under, and the difficulty with the "first tune" after new strings are put on) and the frets need to be sanded, and so I don't play it. (Yeah, it's an excuse, if I wanted to badly enough, I'd have the damn thing strobe tuned and taken care of.)
He's a great woodworker and carpenter, which benefits our house a lot. (I hear the table saw in his work shop in one of the outbuildings going as I type.) Most of my time now is spent on writing, and occasionally photography.
I don't know if gardening counts. But we do a lot of that, although the fibromyalgia has made it difficult to get down in the cold dirt in the spring for me. Most of gardening now is flowers in containers and I leave the once huge vegetable garden to My Man. We both cook and even fight over who gets to do it, as we both think ourselves the better cook.
As our nest empties, our experiments get more unusual, but in smaller quantities, we're not feeding a hoard of children anymore.