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.

Monday, August 21, 2006

Sweet Little Chinese Babies


Have you ever bought something at a thrift (or otherwise) that just mde you smile? I picked up these four sweet litle Chinese babies last week for $2.00. Each one is made of Chinese silk and they are stuffed with husks or pods from rice or something organic. Each one fits right in the palm of your hand. Their cute little faces just beam up at me. I don't know what their intended use is but they just make me smile. They are in my kithcen near where I work just to make me happy for now.
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