The Garbage Can Planter

I woke up this morning to see our prized possession...some sort of white flower in a planter, turned to its side on the mantel. Clearly the center of gravity was far too high to support the weight of the white blossom. Luckily, it had yet to fall off the shelf entirely. With that, I found it reasonable and quite obvious to place the planter on the ground and find an alternative method for propping up the long stem. To the right stood the brass fire-utensil stand. I curled the green stem through the brackets as a solution. Continuing with my morning rutien, I proceeded to the kitchen to fix breakfast and eventually walked out of the door for my 8:00am class downtown.
FAST FORWARD
After class, it was off to the gym for a 10:30 cycling class. Oh and then I went out for a slice of pizza. Yes, it is in fact, the opposite of going to the gym. DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT! IT TASTED LIKE A LITTLE SLICE OF G-D!
I came back home and did some drawing, took a shower and then headed out for my 3:00pm class. I came home to find the plant magically on the mantel once again. I proceeded to inquire as to why the plant was abruptly relocated after my strategic plant placement. Explaining my rational to my sister, we decided to move back to the floor. After laughs over dinner, the plant was neglected and became the last task in our mind. My sister went to her bed and I migrated to the bowels of my artistic cave.
Busy at work, I was listening to Leonard Cohen's, "Famous blue raincoat" when I heard a sudden crash. Surprise, Surprise, it was the planter. I thought it mildly entertaining, not my sister, who loves me out of necessity and makes that widely known.
Soil all over the place, mass floral carnage! I had a clever idea. Mother stressed about how we "never empty the garbage can" so she replaced our normal kitchen garbage can with a puny little sanitary product-sized receptacle. Emerging from the kitchen, I held up the small brushed metal "garbage can", if it can even be called such a thing. While my loving sister swiffered up a storm, I found the perfect location for the sad white flower, right next to the fireplace. Now we have soil, some clay pot scraps, a huge white flower (of which I named Mildred) supported by a metal architecture ruler and tied together by a few ribbons and some metal Jewelry wire scraps.
It is only now that I can say that my dreaded garbage can is fulfilling its calling and I must say, it is impeccably decorated.