This was the state of my bench at the close of play yesterday afternoon.
In my defence, it had been a very busy day: the display box for the wax polish had to be finished, which since I'm supposed to be woodworker meant that it couldn't just be a few bits of pine tacked together with a finish-nailer.
On the other hand there's really no excuse for this disaster area. Using the radial arm saw is an adventure in itself, I can't find anything, there's no room to work, and I'm likely to make mistakes (which I did, and had to go back after supper to correct).
So when does mess be come "creative" (If ever), and when does simple untidiness become simply hazardous? When I worked in Austria, there was a good word for this sort of thing: "Schlampigkeit". Kipling also nailed it nicely:
"All along o' dirtiness, all along o' mess,
All along of abby-nay, kul an hazar-ho,*
Mind you keep your rifle an' yourself jus' so!"