I thought it must be the wrong address but it wasn't, and I swear it looked like the fixings of a doll house but then I was told that it was a gift for ME. A speedy solution to my space problems regarding my burgeoning makeup.
It didn't look like a solution to me, far from it.
It was just a lot of idiotic looking pieces and one too many of it, and, well, on the ghastly side of aesthetics too.
Of course one could be driven to say that it was cute but I'd never want to know that person, moreover the simple pamphlet regarding the instructions was all Chinese and difficult to understand.
Half a dozen pieces that looked similar were sized differently and I had to dismantle and rearrange everything from scratch more than a dozen times because of their structural echo, and it was a pain, not to mention flimsy until bolts had been screwed in and imagine dismantling after the screwing in of the bolts.
The moment I had put together two drawers I knew it wasn't what I needed, because the damn thing looked like it was meant to house kids makeup because everything about it was so dainty.
Tiny boxes to keep little sweet charms and such, small drawers small spaces, and it turned out to be not only nightmarish to make but idiotically little for what purpose it was meant to serve.
Now what need have I for this little thing?
Am I living in pixie land or playing toys with kids?
It had started shooting irritating little chills down my entire body and once it was done getting constructed I couldn't house a faction of the things I have and what's the point of using it for only a few of my items when I'd still need the space for the rest?
It irked me so much that I picked out all the so called vanity items that people of this house use and stuck them in this asinine gift, because it's meant to be utilised isn't it? And I can't get it to house any of my things might as well use it for yours.
I hate this little whatever the hell its called in the depths of plastic horror house.
I hate it so much that I might just throw it out.
Of course it could be argued that I can use some other place and the cupboard that houses this vanity shelf has over four such shelves, but my dear, none are vacant and are in fact meant for different items.
The shelf above houses all my chocolates, because it's in the cooler part of the house and I hate refrigerated chocolates.
The shelf beneath is the cosmetic and skin care shelf.
The one under is for jewellery and jewellery alone and I need them kept in a way that doesn't let them tangle.
The one beneath that is where my sewing items and machines are and a couple drawers under that I keep various assortment of towels and the like, so it's absolutely pertinent that what stays here stays here alone and nowhere else, which is why the need for another row above.
Just a platform really, but instead I've been given this ghastly joke to build and hate.
I hate such gifts and I could be easily persuaded to commit grave crimes against people who give such gifts.
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