Tyler is Driving Me Up the Walls

So I came home to the garage looking like this today:

Tyler's been busy.  "Life vest" orange has been vomited into clean stripes on the walls.  Racks and bikes are bursting out everywhere. In other words, project mode.  Chaos.

Then I walked into the house to this:

The headboard wall project (apparently) is underway.  The bedroom is looking like a mess (and not even a hot one).  More chaos.  I should be thrilled about this headboard progress, but Ty's actually sending me a nonverbal ultimatum.  This screams, "Until you pick out sconces, Woman, I am installing no further!"

Showdown begins!

(Sconce ideas?  Anyone?  Help!)