What is a monkeybox? When I was a little girl, we had a pet monkey named Amanda. My Dad worked in the produce business, so each night he brought home that days culls in a big box - spotty cucumbers, pithy apples, limp celery, moldy oranges and the like. We called it a monkeybox. It was really just trash, but my Mom would take each piece of fruit and trim it, pare it and cut it up to make a beautiful fruit platter for Amanda. Even though it was deemed trash by one, it still had life left in it and was good for the purpose we needed it. That's how I live my life - thrifting, yard saling, looking for another's trash to be my treasure.
*Those are my Great Grandparents up there. My Great Grandma was the original Martha Stewart. She threw a great party and decorated for every holiday. I want to be her when I grow up. Oh wait! I am!

Saturday, July 19, 2014

BREAKING NEWS ALERT

I did not go to any yard sales this weekend.

I repeat. I did NOT go to any yard sales this weekend.

That is all.


9 comments:

  1. Has Hell frozen over?

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  2. Are you going to tell us why? 8-)

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  3. Are you and your family okay?
    Did you hit the lottery?
    Were there no sales?
    Vehicle broken down?

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  4. That sound you hear is the coming of the Apocalypse! Gather the cats and the children and RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!

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  5. Did this post come from the beyond?

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  6. You are so funny! Did you at least get to sleep in?

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  7. Who are you and what have you done with Shara?

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  8. It is definitely a cold day in Hell and the fat lady has sung!

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