My husband is cluttered.
He has his study. But the study is so messy (guess why), that he uses the entire house as storage.
The 5 first steps of the stair case contains motorbike keys, credit cards, oystercards (he has three, including one of mine he has borrowed), bicycle lock keys, ear protection, house keys, the padlock for the gym locker, his smart phone headphones, and various bits and bobs. There are always three pairs of shoes (his) in the hallway, unless I tidy them away in to the shoe cupboard. Plus motorbiking heavy boots.
The dining table contains other bits he has unpacked from his motorbike suitcase, after a business trip. The suitcase (one of the hard ones you click onto the bike seat behind him) is standing in the dining room, awaiting him putting it high up on a shelf. His suit is hanging over the dining room door, waiting for him to carry it up to his wardrobe.
His leathers are laying across a chair in our living room. Next to the sofa is a collection of power tools, a car battery charger, and a motorbike battery charger.
I have enough, tidying up after the kids. I really dont want to spend my life looking at mess created by other people that I KNOW THEY ARE CAPABLE of tidying away.
Sometimes, I feel he just does not care that I like it tidy. Other times, I wonder if he is doing it JUST to spite me.
He is however, lovely and wonderful in so many other ways, and I know he is extremely busy, working very hard. So I try ignore it.
But, if you are a hoarder, and the house is cluttered, you need to have some pretty good redeeming features, for your spouse to be able to grin, bear and overlook it....