Last night, I heard a crash in my kitchen. Actually, I'm 1/2 deaf, so I thought it came from upstairs, but then decided it came from the kitchen. It's pretty scary to hear that and then wonder which of your favorite bowls or baking pieces just broke. Luckily, the shelf that fell didn't do much damage, except to break this pretty little bowl with handpainted flowers I once inherited from a friend who was moving to Florida.
Apparently, our shelves which seem all nice and sturdy are really only held up by these little cheap plastic pieces. So, now I'm freaked that another one will bite the dust.
Looks like our winter project will be securing them with real hardware. Hopefully, in the meantime, they'll stay put!