I default to imagining that I do not care about what people think my house looks like. We have stuff everywhere and a bunch of mismatched furniture.
We do clean when people are coming over, though, but ever since the Roomba battery died (a second time), we don’t bother with the basement.
We now have a piano teacher that comes to the house, and the piano is in the basement. So, yeah, I moved the boxes of miscellaneous stuff to the other side of the basement, picked up the paint chips, and rearranged things to look sort of not egregious. This is actually the most orderly it’s looked in a while, even though it’s not very.