Happy Valentine’s Day, candy hearts!

In an effort to stave off redundancy, I’ve decided to part with the blogging crowds and present you with a post about something I absolutely loathe.

Lest you take this as a sign of my ill regard towards V-day, rest assured that I do, in fact, fully revel in it– red and pink and chocolates and glitter and hearts, I live for that shit I tell you.

Someone’s got to keep the universe in balance is all.

So then, onto the dreadful. Ventilated shelves.

My experience with these is first-hand. My landlord, evidently having a thing for unstable, gapped surfaces, did my house all up in them. Here’s where I have them: the pantry, the office closet, the clothes closet, the laundry room closet. Here’s the kinds of areas they suck for: the pantry, the office closet, the clothes closet, the laundry room closet.

I couldn’t tell you who decided these were a good idea. Suffice it to say, they were wrong. Small pantry items threaten to fall through the slats on a daily basis. Sweaters, scarves, and sheets sitting shelf-top are left imprinted with gridlines. Items wobble, the shelf wobbles, the organizer bristles.

I understand these are generally the more cost effective option, and if the choice is between no shelf and ventilated, I’d support anyone’s choosing the latter. Only don’t opt for these willingly. Don’t subject yourself to a life of precarious, rattletrap, fragmented storage if you can help it.

Love is actually all around! Weeeee!