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.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

I (Heart) Cookie Cutters



Since I seem to be on a heart theme lately, I thought I would share this cookie cutter I picked up at a thrift yesterday for 50¢. It's pure genious. Someone has sliced off the top of a metal coffee can and crimped it into the shape of a heart. Why buy a cookie cutter when you can make one? Dh frowned as I bought this, but I just love it.
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