In my ideal life, most of my counters would be clear of clutter. But I live with two other people.
This one corner of our kitchen counter has been taken over by The Husband.
It all started because The Husband insisted that this was THE perfect area where he could charge his phones. I said fine; I will find you a box to store the charging cables when not in use. So I bought a nondescript, little box to sit on the very end of the counter...and, as you can see, we ended up with this mess...which is slowly creeping further and further out onto the counter.
The Husband, God love him, doesn't see this as "clutter." Much like he doesn't see the olive oil, the spice grinder, various spices, oven mitts or the NutriBullet (that no one uses) left out on the counter as "clutter." He is of the mind that he will need it again eventually anyway; so why put it away? Here's the answer - because it MAKES. ME. CRAZY.
After looking at this mess all day, and because The Husband is gone until tomorrow afternoon, guess what I'm doing tomorrow?
Yep, dealing with his clutter.
And when he comes home, I will show him where his "stuff" belongs and he will agree to keep his "stuff" where it belongs...until, ever so slowly, it will begin to creep back onto the counter.
It's a never ending cycle people.