In fact, all my days are messy.

Kirsty Hall: Messy Altar, July 2008

This is our altar area on the middle floor landing. Spiritual, ain't it!

It can be a beautiful space but it hasn't been for months because we were decorating and moving stuff around and somehow this space became a dumping ground. See the lanterns behind the mattress - that's the remains of the Christmas altar? What month is it again? Oh yes, July...

I suppose I could just leave it there for another 5 months but most years we make a spectacular Halloween altar like this...

Kirsty Hall: My favourite Halloween altar, October 2003

Or this...

Kirsty Hall: A witchy Halloween altar, October 2005

Having stuff piled up in front of this gorgeous window always depresses me a little. Come to think of it, it's little wonder that my head feels chaotic right now when I literally have An Altar To Mess in my life. I need a pretty summer altar filled with flowers instead.

The bedframe is mine. It was in the room that is now my studio, then it was in another room for a while and now it's sitting on the landing in bits. I thought about getting rid of it, it seemed the sensible thing to do but I realised last week that I just don't want to. I want to sleep on it again. It's MY bed: I have perfect grey flannel sheets for it, a beautiful pale blue duvet cover that I love and although it needs a new mattress, I adore the drama of the bed itself. When it comes right down to it, I'm a Victorian cast-iron kind of girl and why shouldn't I have the bed I want in my room? So I've decided that I'm going to dismantle and get rid of the bed I'm currently sleeping on and reassemble mine instead.

I think maybe I'm not quite getting the point of Messy Tuesdays. At the weekend I cleaned the pile that I showed on my last Messy Tuesday post and I want this mess gone by next week. In fact, I'd like to clear it up right now, but since it's the middle of the night, that probably wouldn't make me very popular.

It's hard for me to accept the fact that I have so much mess in my life. I fight against it. When I see pictures of it, I feel guilty and anxious and want to clear it up instantly even when I know it's not possible to do so. Unfortunately I'm a perfectionist and a procrastinator; it's a bad combination! Still, there are plenty more messes to document and I can't imagine there will ever be a time when my house and life are completely tidy.