My teenage daughter's room is a mess.  What teenager's room isn't? Every drawer is open, piles of clothes decorate the floor, the desk is invisible beneath pens, books, projects, there are stacks of books, art supplies, shoes and shoes and shoes, makeup, hair clips, towels and blankets, cables and chargers, handbags. There isn't a clear path between door and bed. The colors and textures create an abstract composition that boggles the mind which realizes it is comprised of real stuff. Even the cats are leery of wandering in, though they manage and are able to find a few square inches on the chair (there is a chair?) to curl up for several hours.