
Me & the Creepy Guy.
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.
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I ended up making a 1960's inspired wastebasket complete with vintage black fur trim. I decoupaged mini sci-fi movie posters all over it that I had printed from the Internet. I think it turned out pretty good considering it was a new to me craft in a subject that I know little about. But, it helped me realize that I can use this idea for endless things in endless themes.
If you've never been involved in a swap, they can be a lot of fun. It's like Christmas or your birthday when a box arrives on your doorstep. You can't wait to dig in and see your "Stuff". Some swap boxes are so divine that you cannot believe someone took the time, money and thoughtfulness to select these items especially for you. Then, there are the swaps that you say, "Eh" and they are not so much. Luckily, I have had many, many more of the former than the latter.
I think there are still a few spots open in the Hurrah for the Red, White and Blue Swap-(I'm still learning).
So, if you want to participate - head on over to Sweet Goodness Swaps and sign up!
You'll be glad you did! And, thanks again, ladies!
*I'll be back tomorrow with a story of attempted murder, a machete, the sherriff, an ambulance and my HERO stepfather that provided medical treatment and saved a guy's life. In my parents very own yard. On Tuesday. It was quite a day!
I'm up to 56.
In case you were wondering.
I am seriously boring.
Tomorrow I am going to the Super Cheap Thrift, to the movies to see Night at the Museum 2 and out to eat at Golden Corral with my Mom and Step-dad. That ought to give me something to blog about.
But, then again, I think I just proved that it is possible to blog about absolutely nothing. Don't think you need to leave a comment on this post. Really, it isn't necessary.
Actually, her town's might be better because I never found vintage ornaments or vintage reflectors. But, Linda did and she was nice enough to give away some of her finds. And, I won!
Not only that, she included two little tin eggs for my vintage Easter collection. Thank you Linda!
I had mentioned gifts from a male Blog reader (yes, the do exist!) and here they are. These things are from Nick (the Firefighter) who is a member of the Yardsalequeen boards. He sent me some things from his Grandmother's Estate items and some things he had found and thought of me.
My finds for the day. I wish I could just leave this set up and enjoy it like this. It looks fun this way! Where to start - the blue painted chair was 25¢. I know! It is a bit bright for my decor, but I put it in the backyard by my mantle and hung a flag over it.
I'll add a rusty bucket of red flowers and instant Americana. Mother Nature will weather it to pure perfection in no time. She weathered last year's chair right to the garbage dump.