There is something to be said for clean, uncluttered surfaces. Not necessarily sterile; just uncluttered, with a couple of items here and there to look at.

There is also something to be said for organization. Where, at a glance, I can see what colors of yarn I have to work with; what I might need; what I have too much of and need to use up. To easily be able to access anything I might need, and have a clean surface to work with it on. To not have to step over anything to get to what I want.

To be able to do yoga, on a clean floor, with the sun shining across wood instead of clutter and that damned draft (which I found the source of yesterday; it's the electrical outlet) sweeping across the very same floor.

There is no reason at all why my house can't be clean. Or free of clutter. I live here alone, after all; the mess is all mine (well, the cats have a hand in it too, and Mabel, but they can't clean up after themselves.) The fact that I have too much stuff is only a piece of it.