Sculptural Differences

Sculpture. That's what they call it when I catch them making an unapproved mess in an unapproved place. There have been toilet paper sculptures, bologna sandwich sculptures, trash sculptures and so on. I call this one "We pulled all of the clothing in our closet off of the hangers, tossed said clothing in floor and trampled it, then made obstacle course for paper airplanes from the hangers."

See that long white shelf with the heart cut-outs? It hung over my daybed as a child. When dad put it up there, he bolted it to eternity. When it became S's room, I swore I'd do something to cover the hearts with stars or planets or something boyish. I even thought about doing more of the wax paper stars to go over the hearts. I've put it off ever since but I think I should make haste and do so, lest I awaken to one of these sculptures every morning. 

Now, I think I'll go vacuum. Days ago, Z dumped my jar of lavender into the carpet and as long as the bag holds out, it will provide a welcome bit of aroma therapy.