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.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Lights, Garland, Action!

I love to pretty up my house for Christmas.


Lights on the roof, a blow up Santa in the yard.


You're all invited back to see it!


It's going to be GREAT!


*Old abandoned house found on a country road on our Annual Thanksgiving Day Drive.

Not my actual house!

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5 comments:

  1. Chickens in the Basement9:19 PM

    I like your decorations!

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  2. oliveoyl6410:30 PM

    That is TDF(too damn funny).

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  3. Laurie10:51 PM

    so...did you go inside? I love looking around old deserted houses...

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  4. Jan4:43 AM

    Oh Shara...you moved! LOL! Cute!

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  5. barbara9:24 AM

    You really had me worried there. Really worried.

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